But fine.
Once upon a time there was a bar called Frenzy, where couples were forbidden. You had to stay alone, otherwise you couldn't get in. The purpose of the project was to enjoy creepy music and know creepy people you hadn't seen before. You could laugh or cry, be the happiest or just another mourner. People was there for nothing but talk with the unknown ones.
She sang and said she felt so pretty. I said that her face was unpleasant and she removed her mask. Tears fell down her cheeks.
- It must be truth, I'm not so pretty- she said after taking off her charade.
- I don't get it - I said- you've taken off the mask that made you gruesome, so why are you crying now?
She laid in my arms and started sobbing. I closed my eyes and thought in nothing. The walls were bloodstained, the floor was red and sticky because of the dropped alcohol.
Another day, I stayed in blank. I felt sorrow for myself, I was in pain. Keeping my mourner thoughts with me, somebody whispered in my ear.
- Did you hurt that girl?
I looked right to the couch behind me and saw a ghost girl with shark teeth.
- Who's she? -I asked.
- The girl with the charade.-I had as a response.
Weeks after, I came again. The walls were even dirtier, with blood splats everywhere. Laying on the floor, there were several human arms and hands without live.
- What's all of this? - I asked to the barman.
- Oh, don't worry, it's just somebody who killed some people. Just a gore fetish, you know. -The barman said.
- Well, fetishes are fetishes, I can't deny I have some too. - An awful boy joined the conversation.
That was such a random chat, in which I was involved. I'd like to have said I loved his nose.
I was so worried about the number of severed human members that I decided to come the day following. However, when I reached the local, there was any arm.
Each time I arrived the place, new questions were born in my thoughts.
