Hastily drawing your pistols, you snap off a couple of shots which effortlessly cleave the nearest tendrils in two. The severed tips don't even writhe as they strike the floor, dead.
This does not seem to deter the rest, though, which simply grow longer and advance towards you. Firing now at the thing's black body mass, you are apparently powerless to prevent the tendrils reaching you.
Where the black skin touches your flesh, you feel a horrible burning, though there is no sign of a wound. Moments later, that part of your body goes completely numb, and becomes unresponsive to your commands. Soon your whole body is paralysed, and as the deadening feeling rises towards your brain you find yourself being dragged back towards the tomb.
The last thing you see before sliding into forced unconsciousness is the black shape looming below you. You never awaken.
Go back and try something else.