Hall of Infinite Doors
You must have repressed something from your childhood as your urge to do it again overwhelms you. The control. The power. Did I mention the control? You try to repress it, but it only returns with more strength than before.
The next day you go shopping for various articles you think will come in handy. That evening you drive down toward Ashbury Park and leave your truck three blocks away. It is almost dusk as you slip into the open drain and make your way to the room where you dump your items, tidy up, and leave a sturdy padlock on the door.
It starts to rain when you leave the drain. You have on blue jeans and a T-shirt--you're not expecting anything tonight.
As you leave the comfort of the bushes you spot a blonde girl sitting on a park bench. She appears completely out of place in this part of town with a short pink dress on. You start to wonder why she is here.
The next day you go shopping for various articles you think will come in handy. That evening you drive down toward Ashbury Park and leave your truck three blocks away. It is almost dusk as you slip into the open drain and make your way to the room where you dump your items, tidy up, and leave a sturdy padlock on the door.
It starts to rain when you leave the drain. You have on blue jeans and a T-shirt--you're not expecting anything tonight.
As you leave the comfort of the bushes you spot a blonde girl sitting on a park bench. She appears completely out of place in this part of town with a short pink dress on. You start to wonder why she is here.