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I stepped into the silent room and looked around. The raunchy yellow paint was peeling off the walls in strips and bubbles exposing the rough grayish wall beneath. The battered, deep brown wood floor, which creaked when stepped upon, were stained in several places with rust colored smears. They looked like old blood. Dust webs floated I the cold air, attached to the ceiling and fixtures somewhere in the shadows above my head. There was another door on the other side of the room, cracked open a few inches, but I couldn’t see what was beyond.