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Small mushrooms and roots rub against your ankles as you walk though the
garden.  The wedges of crabgrass seem to grab at you as you attempt to walk
through the marshy, overwatered ground.  One can't help but wonder what kind
of garden this is and what could possibly flourish in this place.  From the
looks of things, someone or something has been poking into the soil here
searching for someone or something.  Screeching, howling, moaning, and
groaning can be heard at times.  You begin to feel a chill, a chill that is
not caused by changing weather temperatures.  
A thorny, red-veined vine twines its way around your feet.
A blood-crusted flowering vine slithers about, searching for your veins.