A pious priest wandered through the thickest fog he'd yet seen.  He could not see more than a few feet before him.  He waved his staff in front of him to clear some of the bilious mist from obscuring his path.  No mere water vapor would stop him from performing his task.

  For this priest, a master of his path, had taken a quest to aid the hapless nearby village.  Their crops had been beset by plauge and pestilence, they had told him.  The source of the evil must surely lie in the old wizard's dilapidated house.  The wizard had passed from this plane many years hence, but surely some unholy magic had been woven in his den.  The priest was not afraid of undead horrors, such as the one described by the peasantry.  He had smitten every manner of dark abomination known in the world.

  The priest decided it would be best to get to his task and slay whatever horror lay at the heart of the mist.  He cast a mighty Deo magic on his staff, which shined like a beacon, banishing the thick vapors.  The master priest soon spotted the house he sought and headed for his appointment with darkness.  The house was indeed quite a sight.  It once must have been a magnificent structure, three stories high!  Quite an opulent residence.  In its life the house was surely a grand place...

  The house was now little more than rotting wood, piled high and no doubt teeming with darkness and evil.  But that was why the priest had come, after all.  Entering the house, the priest began his search for the source of the cursed magic that surely eminated from deep within the bowels of the dying structure.

  Every step creaked on anceint floorboards, every breath hung in the air like the fog outside.  The priest searched the house for some minion of darkness to slay, some evil to vanquish.. but found nothing... Not even a rat scurried about the run down house... The priest began to think that the villagers were mistaken, that no evil but time had ravaged these walls.  Then he heard the thumping.

  A steading and ominous thumping sounded out throughout the house.  Turning around, the priest soon decided that the noise was coming from upstairs, and headed for the stairwell.  Halfway up the steps, the decrepit steps gave way under the weight of the priest, and he fell crashing through both the stairs and the floor below.

  The priest quickly recovered, and used the light of his staff to see where he had landed... He had landed on a pile of... armor?  Mitres.. Mantles.. Holy Symbols of every faith.. All stained with blood.  Holy items littered the basement of the dark house.

  The priest's face paled.  Something truly horrible must dwell here to have killed so many... But it mattered little.  He had a quest to fulfill, and no minion of darkness had ever bested him.  These, surely, must have been inexperienced priests that had fallen here.

  The priest climbed back up to the main floor, and carefully jumped the gap in the steps to reach the second floor.  A floor which had a faint odor lingering in its halls.  The thumping had ceased, so the priest decided to follow the smell.

  He came upon a room, empty save for a cauldron in its center.  The covered pot simmered quietly on a dark flame.  Seeking to learn of his unseen foe by it's diet, the priest decided to lift the lid and see what the source of the stench was.

  Using a stick to lift the lid, the priest was knocked back by the massive stench eminating from the stew.  Covering his mouth and nose with his mouth, the priest managed, through watering eyes, to see the contents of the cauldron... He immediately fled the room and made sick.  For the simmering pot was swimming with bits of brain, eyeballs, tongues, and various other human remains.

  Recovering from his disgust, the priest began to grow more concerned... Then the thumping began again.  Grasping his staff tight, the priest timidly began to chase the noise to its source.  He would finish his quest!

  The priest eventually came upon what once was a bedroom.  The thumping was loudest here.  But again no monster was present! He stared around the room, listening to the thumps sound out.  Thump!  The dust of the room jumped.  Thump!  The priest spun around, searching in vain.  Thump!  Was that the horror or his heart sounding?&mbsp; THUMP!

  The priest could take no more.  He decided it was best to face his growing fear.. This horror must be ended!  He pointed his staff where he thought the sound was coming from and shot a powerful blast of holy magic at the walls.  The old drywall gave way easily to the powerful magic, and a hole stood where the thumping once was.

  Creeping forward, groping the floor for invisible remains of what must surely have been a massive beast of darkness, the priest crept.  Suddenly something white flashed past his eyes! His heart skipped a beat and he spun about, bringing his trembling staff to bear upon the horror.

  The priest finally laid eyes upon the dark beast of the house, the source of the hideous thumping.  The priest stared in disbelief for a moment, then started to laugh, for a white floppy sat on the floor before him, staring innocently up at him.

  A floppy had gotten stuck in the walls!  This was the source of the thumping?  The master priest laughed heartily.  All his fear was clearly unfounded.  He lowered his staff and raised his boot to deal with this 'minion of evil'.  As the priest stood with his foot raised, smiling a satisfied grin, he felt a slight tickle pass by his neck.  How odd, he thought, as the room began to tilt and rise before his eyes...

  As the priests' severed head landed on the floor, his eyes saw a mere Zombi Peasant with his bloody scythe, petting what must have been its pet floppy.  The master priest's dying ears recorded the last words he would ever hear, a lesson the Zombi must have learned at some point in its afterlife:

  Fear make one lose head.