The bad boy in the next door
“ Don't open that door!
We both looked back, scared. She had a girl with long hair, we couldn't see her face. She was thin, poorly cared for, and had possibly been underground for a long time. She approached Marlon and placed her hand on his arm, coveting him.
“ Who are you? “ Marlon.
“ I'm Mary, Madonna, Tina, everything...” She laughed.
Marlon ignored her and continued trying to open the door.
“ this door has souls, whoever enters it dies! “ She laughed.
I looked at Marlon scared, not knowing what to say. Marlon didn't let her lead him and continued forcing the door. She kept going around the same place, dancing and spinning in the ballet halls, telling people not to open the door.
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