In Central Australia, there is an unremarkable service
station along a straight and barren stretch of road. If
you walk straight in and ask for the key, you will be
given an unremarkable key attached to an
unremarkable piece of wood. The key will unlock a
door at the service station, leading to an impossibly
long stepped corridor, dimly lit from an unseen
source.
If you follow these stairs, you will begin to hear
hungry cries of birds of prey that grow louder as you
descend. After an amount of time, the light will
vanish, leaving you in the dark, and a rasping voice
will ask for your desires. For each desire, you will
experience all the sensations, unforgettable, branded
into your memory, of bodily mutilation, of being torn
asunder by impossible strength, of having an arm
slowly flayed, each nerve individually pulled from
your flesh. You may speak as many desires as your
sanity can take. Then you must turn and return up the
steps and never look back. Return the key and go
about your life. Your desires will be granted, but you
will always have to live with the memories given to
you in that dark place.
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Horror
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