She nods and makes her way to the door...as she passes the other patrons stop their conversations and turn their heads to look at her. A few shake their heads some whisper to eachother and others just frown. She ignores them and begins to climb the stairs...it grows colder as she reaches the top. She turns to face the long hall way. Many vacant rooms line this narrow hall but as she walks to the end it grows dark. Soon she is hardly able to see..she stops at the door with the upside down cross. Pure Evil seems to ooz from the crack at the bottom of this pitch black door. A soft laugher echoes in her mind as she lifts a hand to the knob.
