What might lurk in the cellar?

What might lurk in the cellar?

>What might lurk in the cellar?

I dunno, but it's hungry and claymated.

A beer? A skeleton? A skeleton-beer?

A dead body, but it's an alive dead body. Not a zombie or a reanimated corpse or ghoul or whatever. An alive, dead body.

That's just a person user

There's no brain activity or heartbeat, but it twitches occasionally and G R O W S

me

Old toys.
Old toys abandoned in boxes for years.
Old toys abandoned to the spiders.
Old toys full of spiders, and they're coming back up.
Now.

A D&D group.

a dog

Ghost of an exterminator

Not if it is a p-zombie. A fully alive biological construct that has no soul.

So 98% of this board?

d3 toads and 2d8 copper pieces. No secret doors. The kobold guard next door hears the squeaky hinges on the trapdoor if nothing is done to prevent it.

Neckbeards

*97%. Be nice.

The attic.

Fucking wizards.

Some less tight pants

Codpiece storage.

Rats

Your mom's hairy snatch. And only that.

Judging by its size it's been there at least since the last owners of the house.... And it...just...keeps...GROWING!

Another cellar

A cask of Amontillado

Little King John with a Desert Eagle and a bottle of Jack Daniels.