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 Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 3:06 am
[ENTRY]
A dilapidated looking house sits looking depressed from lack of use in the suburbs. The warped wooden door hangs slightly ajar, mainly due to the fact that it no longer fits it's frame. A few windows on the front of the house give little insight to the interior, the glass barely transparent through what looks like years of grime and dirt. It's weak looking walls hold up the sloping, tiled roof which threatens to fall with every slight breeze.
Stepping stones from the road to the door, barely visible through overgrown weeds and dying shrubs lead the way from the road to the door.
A thought would cross your mind, something to the effect of, "What the hell is this place?" And almost with out thinking you will take the stepping stone path and push open the frail door.
The house has a certain lure to it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 3:17 am
Once the door is open, no-one looks back.
A step inside and you are standing in an eerie hallway, it's cleanness unnerving. A long red carpet sits on the floor while too many doors to count line the walls.
You have been told to walk to the end of the hall, open the very last door.
Without question you do.
A long walk, at points it feels like your walking on the spot, your surroundings never seem to change for a while. Sooner than expected the end of the hallway comes into sight, the only visible difference being the large 'B' above the handle. If you were to touch the 'B' you would find that it was wet.
Inside this door, sits a large room with a glass roof. The walls are lined with comfy looking chairs and the same red carpet lies on the floor. Through the glass roof a scarred sky can be seen, red clouds, forked lightning tearing through them at short intervals.
Take a seat and the room starts to move.
Welcome to the Brotherhood.
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