The signboard deceived the ignorant public; for innocent, this enigmatic place, was certainly not.
Buried in its walls were deep, dark secrets; embedding a gruesome history, too terrifying to be told.
The place that swarmed with people, were once too equally crowded if not more; only those crowds got more sinister than the current one holds.
Gold and guns, a thriving yet ill-fated past; lipstick-smeared brothels whose businesses ran amuck; while blood-stained dead bodies in the backyard piled!
Newer changes cannot wipe that past horrible; cos’ in its indoors still dwelled those spirits, who'd manifest to scare and irritate.
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