beezlebub's game and trick shop

Twilight looked at the Coupon on her desk. It read:

Hey, you lucky egghead you! You’ve either been stealing, or made someone very happy!

You’ve gotten a rare demon coupon, and it will allow you to enter Beelzebub's shop at anytime, and if you turn it in, you get a free tool, object, or weapon from the god of mischief himself, BEELZEBUB!

Of course, you can also use it to access the upper room of the shop where you and a friend, if they also have a coupon, can play a game! AND, if you’re lucky, you can ask Beelzebub himself to play a game!

Fun!

Twilight looked at the coupon like it had just grown a face. Crippling under the curiosity, she grabbed the coupon, and told spike, her pet assistant dragon, that she was going out.

Walking down the street to market district, a thought passed through her mind.

'She had absolutely no idea where the shop is.'

That one sentence had completely stopped he run her tracks. She face hoofed and looked or any tell tale signs of a three story shop painted blood red. Walking aimlessly, she eventually walked into a part of ponyville she had never seen before. A building dominated the district. It was exactly like the store pinkie had described. Walking up, she noticed that the shadows seemed to make the smiling face on the front look more... ominous. Shrugging it off, she walked to the door and knocked once. The door swung open, and the coupon in her hoof was picked up by a sudden gust of wind and blown into the dark opening.

Gulping she followed the slip of paper. When she had passed the threshold the door swung shut leaving her in perpetual dark, with only her horn to light her way. Using the same spell she had used in the canterlot caverns. Walking slowly down the hallway, she noticed that she had long since passed the end of the shop from the outside. Looking at the multitude of shelves on both sides of her. They were full to the brim with old and mystic items. She wanted to go and look at them, but whenever she deviated from going straight forward, she suddenly felt a sense of uncontrollable dread, that nearly sent her to the ground. Deciding not to waste much more time, she started running.

Panting and gasping she collapsed. She had been running for at least 20 minutes. Coughing, she shut her eyes for a second, and snapped them open a moment later. There, before her, was a door.

It was a nondescript red door, with a silver handle. The paint was slightly faded, and it seemed to be moving towards her. Getting up, she looked at the door, and reached out her hoof. The silver handle came right to her. With a breath she didn't know she was holding, she threw open the door, and saw a nondescript room. It was white. Walls: white. Ceiling: white. Everything white. The only thing she noticed that was different was a scrap of paper in the middle. It was the coupon. Lifting it up she saw that it was now blank. Without warning everything blacked out.

She woke up with a start. Looking around, she saw that she was at home in her bed. Swinging her head around, she poked around for anything amiss. There were two things that she noticed. One: the clock was set at 11:59.  And there were two things on her nightstand. A silver doorknob, and a small pamphlet. Picking up the two things. She shrugged. Putting them on the nightstand, she went back to sleep.