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Motel Sic66 (by Hades666)
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Welcome to my little slice of [heaven],
I hope you enjoy your stay.
Full of twists and turns and winding hallways,
As the darkness follows you as it smells the fear you emit.
Decaying corpses litter each and every room, while the
Stench of rotten flesh and infected wounds fills your lungs.
Walls stained with blood and brain matter taunt you as you pass,
Leaving you speechless and terrified, praying you'll survive.
Haunting visions of graphic rapes and murders play over and over again,
Like a bizarre slideshow that changes with the blink of an eye.
Pictures line the main hall, not that of greatness, but
Moreso, vivid stills of dismembered body parts.
Screams echo throughout the establishment,
Giving you a little bit of hope that someone will help you.
The sacrificial altar in the cellar is draped with vomit,
As if the last guest couldn't take it anymore, neither could you.
Just as you drag the blade over your wrist, you think
"It feels good to be back home."
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