PREVIEW
... a line, we went straight in.
The air shifted the moment we stepped inside—cooler, damp, and stale, like the place hadn’t been properly aired out since Halloween three years ago. A low fog hugged the floor, pumped out in intervals by a machine hissing in the corner like it was on its last legs.
Black lights buzzed overhead, making the paint-splattered walls glow an eerie green. On either side of the narrow path were plywood "rooms" staged to look like twisted scenes from horror mo ...
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