The eyes of the dead weigh heavy upon you as you traverse the portrait-filled corridor. Their cracked and faded gazes seem to follow you as you quickly pass them by.

The pathway is a wreckage. Shattered furniture and broken decorations fill the space like collateral damage after a brutal war. You fly more than walk through the mess.

When you land, you feel a cold wetness on your hoof. It drips red when you check it.

Paint? Ketchup?

...Blood?

You wipe it off and try to remember that everything's staged here.

Yet you can't think of any paint that glistens in the moonlight or stains your hooves quite like this does.

There are THREE DOORS in the hallway, all set on your left-hoof side. Ahead, the hallway takes a hard LEFT TURN and continues out of sight.

Author's Note

What Will You Do?

[TAKE THE FIRST DOOR]
[TAKE THE SECOND DOOR]
[TAKE THE THIRD DOOR]
[CONTINUE AROUND THE CORNER]