Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27070566-20160825152626

In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution.

There, ask the receptionist to see someone called “The Holder of The Book”.

She or he will look at you in awe, with a big smile on its face … almost too big. Its then opens a backdoor, just behind the counter leading to a hallway, fairly lit, with a long neon running across the middle that looks like it will never end. On the sides of this hallway rooms, white rooms with a thick door and a small window with holes in it.

You must follow, close, almost breathing in its neck.

 Do not look away from the back of their head.

'You will hear pleads for mercy, screams of agony from: small children, women, men, old and young. '

You must not look away from your companion, if you do so it will disappear, even if you only gazed away for a second and then you will be alone, walking for what will appear like years until you finally reach a point where … a room awaits you on the right side, much like the ones you just past by and in it you will spend the rest of eternity, alone, screaming and pleading for mercy as the others for voices will begin to fill your head as you enter the room, and the door closes behind you.

But if you follow the receptionist close, with your sight on it and it only you will now have arrived at the end of the hallway when it will stop and turn…

Only to reveal a corpse: rotten, the big smile still on its face even though it had no lips; eye sockets empty, like a blank portal into the void;

You must not look away from those hollow eye sockets: you will have flashes of every wrong doing since the begging of time. From murders, tortures, rapes and other heinous acts to a simple lie told by a child to its mother.

If you’re not driven insane by those scenes you will hear a cough from your right side, in one of the rooms.

Only then you must ask calmly: “Is there a God?”

The rotten corpse then crumbles; search the remains, somewhere there must be a key.

With the key you will open the door to your right, to find a young beautiful lady standing in the middle of the room, facing you with crystal blue eyes and a blond hair, skin white as milk.

She is holding a book; Made of leather with a red fabric line for a bookmark.

She will open this book and ask you: “What do you think I am?” 

<p class="MsoNormal">You must not answer, don’t speak a single word or you will faint only to wake up in what you would imagine is hell; being tortured until the end of time.

<p class="MsoNormal">But wait and she will speak again; with a grin on her face, she will ask you:

<p class="MsoNormal">“What is your worst sin human?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Only now look into her eyes and give your honest answer, the one thing that you are most ashamed for, think hard as it could be something that you will not consciously consider your worst sin.

<p class="MsoNormal">If your answer isn’t the one she wants, you will be drawn to her only to see her change her appearance into a monstrous being and torture your worst sin out of you.

<p class="MsoNormal">If the answer delights her, she will start laughing hysterically only to stop dead serious again

<p class="MsoNormal">“You were honest seeker, for this you can have my book but thread carefully: for no one is without sin, not even your God if he’s still around here”

<p class="MsoNormal">' The Book is object 1877 of 2538. You open it only to see nothing; the book only shows the sins of the person you ask the question: “What is your worst sin?” Revealing all their wrong doings they have ever committed.  ' <ac_metadata title="The Holder of The Book [Unreviewed]"> </ac_metadata>