If hell was a hotel what would it look like.
I never thought I’d end up in a place like this. I start walking to the main entrance on a stone path, lava in between the cracks. Dried bushes and trees, skeleton remains of dogs or wolves and black rocks all around me. The entrance gate made of sharp rocks each higher than the one next to it, each side meeting at the edge of a letter. The letters on the gate forming one word, HELL. Fire at the top of the gate, a reddish-orange fog behind it which didn’t let you see much past the gate. I go through the gate and a black winged angel stands in front of me, thorns around his body, a black sword lit in flames in his hand. He moves aside for me to pass, behind him I see the hotel. A broken structure half made of wood, half made of concrete, all pitch black. Four immense black pillars decorate the front, each with a demon like gargoyle at the top with red glowing eyes. I enter the hotel, chandeliers made from skeleton bones hang from the ceiling, spider webs around them, all the candles fully light yet never melting. I go to the main desk and a disfigured clown with a discomforting smile and sharp teeth hands me my room key. I make my way to the elevator. I press a bug that acts as a button and the elevator door opens, Freddy Krueger ushers me in and leads me to my floor. I make my way to my room and use the skeleton key to open the door, room 13. The bed is made of rotting wood with pitchforks at each end. There’s a few torture devices as decorations and spider webs all around the room. I go to the bathroom and see my new bathtub shall be a coffin. I walk to the window see if getting some fresh air is even the slightest possibility. I can barely see outside the window, it’s smeared with blood practically all over. I hear faint screams coming from no specific place. I open the window only to notice that the hotel is in the middle of a graveyard; the first tombstone only a few feet away from the hotel. I sit on my new bed and turn on the red light bulb supposed to bright my room. I lay back; to think this is where I will spend the rest of my life. In Hell Hotel, till I die.
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