[ WP ] Actual dungeons from fantasy come into existence in modern day ; full of rare loot , treasures , dangers and mysteries . It soon turns into a modern day gold-rush as people from all parts of life flock towards them , eager to get a share or a taste of adventure .

`` This'll be easy peasy.'' 
 
 Ben stared up at the massive stone arch and the darkness beyond, `` Gabe... are you sure about this? You've seen the articles. Some of these things can be pretty dangero-'' 
 
 `` You worry too much mate.'' Ben took a swing with his baseball bat, `` I have read the articles. You know what I seen in'em? 
 
 `` People dying horrible dea-'' 
 
 `` Money man! There's some good shit in these things and it's free for all. You saw that guy two towns over... he found a shit loud of gold just sittin there.'' He heft the bat onto his shoulder, `` besides, we can take whatever it can throw at us.'' 
 
 Ben adjusted his grip on his frying pan, `` well... you've got the real weapon... I've only got the pan from the kitchen.'' 
 
 Gabe started for the door, `` Well let this be a lesson to you. Start taking up some good'ol sports instead of being cooped up at home all day. Now come on. I do n't want someone beating us to it `` Ben sighed, then followed his friend. 
 
 Gabe clicked on his phone's light, `` Christ it's dark in here...'' The beam flicked around the room. `` Just looks like an empty room... ah there's a door.'' He strode quickly across the room.'' 
 
 Ben looked around franticly, `` Gabe there could be traps or something do n't you think we shou-'' 
 
 Gabe waved his hand dismissively, `` like they'd trap the first room. You've played video games. First room is easy. Now be quiet while I open this door.'' Gabe knelt down to look at the lock, placing his bat on the ground. 
 
 Ben tapped his foot anxiously. `` He's dragged you into another scheme Ben. These never end well. The double date. The Taco Bell scheme. Even the slip and slide fiasco of 2011. This. This is the worst of it. You have to stand up for yourself. Tell him off this one time.'' Ben coughed quietly to get his attention, `` Gabe. I do n't think this is a very go-'' 
 
 `` Shut it Ben.'' 
 
 `` Will do.'' Ben sat down quickly. 
 
 Seconds passed, then minutes, and Gabe still seemed to be just staring at the door. Ben quietly drummed his fingers on his knees. `` What do we even do with a bunch of gold? Surely if we and everyone else gets a load of it, the market would be flooded and then it would n't be worth much of anyth-'' Ben's train of thought derailed, a shadow was moving from the side of the room toward Gabe. 
 
 Ben's throat suddenly went dry, `` Gabe... Gabe. We should leave.'' He said weakly. 
 
 Gabe did n't turn from the door, `` Will you stop the mumbling? Jeeze this is hard enough as it is.'' 
 
 The shadow crept closer to his kneeling friend. `` Gabe. T-t-there's a thing. There's a thing in the room.'' 
 
 `` I know Ben. There's a door in the room and I'm trying to open it.'' 
 
 The shadow started to stand. Rising to a height much taller than the door, seemingly to almost reach the ceiling. Ben suddenly found his voice `` I AM RAISING MY VOICE NOW GABE. 
!'' He shouted. 
 
 Gabe spun around, `` What is your pro-'' He froze in terror, then the shadow lunged. 
 
 Gabe was knocked to the floor, the shadowy figure pressing down on him. The baseball bat was sent rolling across the floor. `` What in the fuck!'' Shrieked Gabe. 
 
 Ben sat motionless, fingers drumming quickly on his knees. `` This is bad. This is bad. This is bad.'' 
 
 `` Get is off me! Ben! Help!'' 
 
 Ben was snapped out of his shock, he sprung up to his feet, but then quickly realized he had no plan. 
 
 The figure was starting to drag Gabe across the ground. `` The bat! Use the bat! Fucking beat it's head in man!'' 
 
 Ben fumbled with the baseball bat, dropping it several times, but then clutched it tightly, knuckles turning white. `` Okay okay okay. Just hit it hard enough and it will let him go. That always works on these kind of situations.'' 
 
 Gabe continued skidding across the floor, `` Now man! Jesus fuck what are you waiting for?'' 
 
 Ben took a running start, lifting the bat over his head, `` For friendship!'' He shouted, assuming it was a suitable battle cry. 
 
 The bat stopped mid-swing. A clawed hand gripping it tightly as it yanked it from his hands. A horrifying humanoid face loomed into view. It had no features except for eyes. Two, black, pupiless eyes. The baseball bat snapped, two splintered pieces falling to the ground. 
 
 `` Go.'' The voice was but a whisper, but it filled the room. 
 
 Ben fled up the stairs away from the room. 
 
 `` You ca n't just fucking leave me here! Ben! Ben! Come ba-'' 
 
 The voice stopped. There was n't a sound. Not a crunch, not a gurgle, not even a dying scream. Gabe just... stopped. 
 
 Ben stood at the top of the stairs, looking down into the darkness. He quietly sat at the top step. 
 
 Minutes passed, then hours.
