This room is not a room.
It’s a trap. A cage.
The woman at reception told me I was in room 140.
There were so many corridors to navigate, until I finally found it.
This room.
You can’t leave.
You can hear the footfalls of the man cloaked in smoke.
Walking the halls.
He carries a hammer.
His women have razor teeth.
If you try to leave he will see.
Look the doors.
Don’t switch on the TV.
Pray.
140 doesn’t exist.
It’s a cage.
An innocuous hell.
-Hidden in the bible