Carrie stood looking at the doorway framed by two pillars of pulsating fire. The dark doorway was flung into deep red shadows as the flames throbbed on either side. Across the top of the doorway, a banner announced, “Welcome to Hell”. The smaller letters underneath informed us that we were in for “An out-of-the-world experience.”
Peter prodded Carrie in the back. “Move on, Carrie! What are you waiting for?”
“It looks a bit scary,” said Mark.
Fiona scoffed at their fears. “Wimps! Come on, everybody is talking about it.”
“Yeah! Just don’t know if I am ready,” muttered Mark.
As they were watching, the door slid silently open. A figure in red flowing garbs erupted outside the door. He was clutching a menacing-looking pitchfork. Glimpses of red flashes appeared through the open door in the seconds before it slammed shut.
A deep belly laugh erupted from the figure who crept towards them. Flowing robes and maniacal laughter crept closer towards them. As he crept passed them, he flung his robes out so that they skimmed the four friends. Fiona found herself in front, with the others clustered in a scared mass behind her. Each received a prod from the pitchfork as the figure gyrated around them. His frightening leer caused them to clench more tightly together as he prodded them towards the flaming door.
Carrie started whimpering. Peter put his arm around her and clutched her close to himself.
“Come on. We all agreed to try this new nightclub.”
© Vera Alexander
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