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