The Usher

At the edge of town hidden beneath decades of grime and shadows the Theater flickers on its marquee a broken promise to a forgotten era. Inside the reels spin endlessly projecting gore drenched Grindhouse films to a crowd that barely notices the cold creeping up their spines. But someone else is watching. Not the films. Them.He moves in silence dressed in the faded red jacket of a long forgotten role. The Usher. No one remembers when he started working there or if he ever left. But if you stay past the final credits if your hands aren't as clean as your conscience claims you'll learn the truth: this theater doesn't forgive. And the price of your sins can't be paid in cash.Tickets admit one. No refunds. No escape.Welcome to Hell. You'll never see the end coming.