The Nightmare Hotel

The Nightmare Hotel

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Terror
The hotel is a place you only see in your worst nightmares. It's a place too terrifying to even exist in the real world, it can only exist in the minds of the most troubled souls. If you ever see it then don't attempt to escape because theres nowhere you can hide. If you see it you should say goodbye to everything you've ever feared, because its worse than the worst fears and tortures ever known to man. If you see it accept your fate. I pray that you don't hear her voice... Otherwise you are damned to an eternity of pain and suffering and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Many die trying to survive, many kill themselves in hope to escape. But remember that no matter what you do, you WILL die. There's no escaping death, once you've seen this place death will be pressing down on your shoulders until you die a most painful death.
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He advanced, leering at her. ‘Some people call me a murderer,’ he suddenly whispered, more to himself. ‘Some call me an experimenter. Others, the Blood Prince. The Surgeon. The Judger of Sins. The Practitioner of Death. The Bringer of Hell. The Nightmare of England. The Shadow of Cuba. The Warlock of Tibet. The Necromancer of France. The Crazy and Loony Guy.’ He shook his head at that last one. ‘But they appeared to me in my sleep. In my dreams, they told me what to do. They told me why, and how, and how great an honour it would be. I am the Messenger of God, the Hand of Satan himself. Jesus would hide at me. There is no Hell worse than me. There are no nightmares. This is reality. I am reality. I am Death. Now, let your sins be judged. ’ He held his hands open, his scalpel in one hand, his eyes closed, and stopped. They snapped open. His lips curled. He made his way towards her again. ‘God has sentenced you to Satan. I shall make the passageway there for you.’ WARNING: Very Messy Business. Do Not Read if you do not have the Stomach For This.

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