Juan asked Albert what he was doing there, the ghost grinned slyly. Juan gathered what strength he could and stood up, the world waved around him but the apparition didn’t falter, Juan took the box away from Albert and it burnt his hands, he tried to open the box but it was to hot, he pushed it back towards Albert but Albert only stared at Juan.
The box hit the ground and Gold, silver and precious stones were pouring out of it, first in increments, then, in a constant outpour it slowly filled up the cell and Juan couldn’t move from where he stood. Albert just fixed his eyes on Juan’s and Juan was held in this gaze as the treasure started encroaching his chest. The treasure soon drowned Juan and he died the horrific death of being smothered by cold hard metal.