at the gates of hell

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You’re sitting alone in an empty hotel room, the window is cracked open enough that you can hear the leaves rustling in the cool fall breeze. the wind starts getting stronger,  the sky becomes blood red you run over to the window and there he is standing there looking right at you his arm reaching towards you the wind is now starting to pull you towards the plump man you absolutely despised since you first saw him. Your life begins to flash before your eyes. 

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