[ WP ] You have discovered an abandoned city and are the first human in thousands of years to enter . You are half a mile in when you notice that every statute and carving has turned and is smiling at you .

I was the first to enter the forbidden city. No one dared to trespass these damned streets for what was said to be a thousand years. Why I came here is beyond my memory, all I remember is the old hag cackling as I fled her run down hut. Her toothless gaping maw billowing out her spine-shivering howl as she called me every name under the sun. Two days later I found myself at the broken iron gates of the nameless city with nary a clue of how I got here. My only indication time passed was from my watch telling me that I was missing two days of my life. 
 
 To be honest, I do n't even know where the city is located in the country. I never payed attention to the maps we were shown in classes. I guess it became my downfall. With hesitation befitting a craven, I lightly stepped over the cracked pavement and became the first person to enter the city of marble. 
 
 The first thing that stuck me was how the name held true. Despite enduring an eon of nature's slow wrath, the vine covered marble still was as white as blinding light. It shone with an unnatural luster, or at least the parts still visible beneath the foliage. I had stepped into a large courtyard by the time I noticed the statues. By then I was too far in the retched place. I found myself next to a fountain with a magnificent statue of a cherub poised about to let fly his arrow, and he was grinning *right at me. * My eyes locked his, and for the life of me, I swear his grin widened. I spun around, poised to run back to the gates when I saw another statue. This one was on the roof of a nearby building. Despite the illogical placement, I saw it grin directly at me as well. That was when I heard the whisper; *'' no escape'' *. I ran. 
 
 I had never moved as fast in my life as I was then. As I sped through the city, I heard the scratching of stone against stone, no doubt the horrid automatons were pursuing me. Whether they wanted my life or not, I had no intention of finding out. Unfortunately, I would, as the gates were locked shut with another marble monstrosity barring my path. The stone satyr bore the same sickening smile as the other statues, but this one had some low pitch chuckle emanating from it, despite no visible means to do so. It was then that I heard the whisper of a hundred voices radiate from all around me; *'' you shall join us'' *. 
 
 So the question is, why I am I still alive? Here, talking to you as we hide out in this cursed city from the corrupted constructions? As well as why did you come? For the riches of the past you say, well that certainly answers the second. But the first, well you see... 
 
 I did n't survive, and neither will you.
