On the Porch                                           -      -      - 
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Stepping onto the porch, you feel a sense of great evil radiating from
whatever is beyond the large rusty metal door to the caretakers house.  You
swear that something is whispering to you not to go inside.  Even the dead
weeds and grass blown up on the porch seem to be pulling at you trying to
keep you from going inside.  The house looks as run down as the rest of the
graveyard, maybe more.  There is a huge brass knocker, tarnished with age
and neglect, waiting to be hammered against the plate on the door.