It was called The Red Room,
but no one remembered when it was built—
only that once someone went inside…
they didn't come back the same.
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At the edge of the abandoned asylum,
past rotting walls and flickering lights,
there's a door with no handle.
Stained red. Warm to the touch.
And if you stare too long,
you hear a heartbeat—
not yours.
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Elias Crane, age 27.
Brilliant. Disturbed. Obsessive.
A failed surgeon turned killer.
He believed pain was the purest language,
and blood the only truth.
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He turned the Red Room into his cathedral.
No tools. Just hands.
He didn't kill fast.
He opened people.
Explored them.
Whispered to them as they screamed,
> "You hide your true self beneath your ribs. Let me see it."
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Police found 18 victims.
Each stripped, flayed, hung upside down in ritual circles.
Organs arranged like artwork.
Smiles carved into lifeless faces.
He called it his "Crimson Choir."
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They caught him eventually.
Or thought they did.
Locked away in a steel cage.
But he never stopped smiling.
Never stopped whispering to the darkness.
And then one night, the guards found his cell empty—
walls smeared in blood.
The words:
> "I've gone home."
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The Red Room was sealed.
Until someone opened it again.
Curious. Arrogant. Desperate.
They heard his voice the moment they crossed the threshold.
> "You brought me a gift… yourself."
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Inside the Red Room:
No lights. No windows.
Just walls that bleed.
Chains that twitch.
And footsteps that echo without source.
He's in there.
Or maybe you are now.
Because once the room tastes your blood—
it never lets you leave.
Not really.
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They'll say you ran away.
Vanished.
Another lost soul.
But behind that red door,
your screams become a lullaby,
and your mind shatters into pieces—
each more beautiful than the last.
> "Insanity," he says,
"is just the art of accepting the truth."
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Shall I go even deeper?
A cult of surgeons who worship mutilation?
A room that records your dying thoughts?
A mirror that shows what you look like without skin?
Say the word, and I'll take you further into the dark.