It only opens every midnight, but nobody knows about it. You are very fortunate if you pass by the secret house with its blinking neon sign.
Beside the circular door, the Guide sits with tickets between his burned fingers. Do not scream once you see his face—he only has one, black eye and nothing else.
Pay the ticket price of the midnight. Choose a color between red, black and violet.
Red for the reason.
Black for the place.
Violet for the ways.
You can buy one ticket for the year. Choose wisely.
Knock on the wooden door three times and let yourself in the dark room. Do not worry, the candles will flicker once they see you.
Hold your breath.
Embrace the silence.
Beneath the covers of your twisted head, watch the plain walls paint a series of images.
Welcome to your death.
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WORD COUNT: 144
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