A Reworked Category of a Popular Cultural Favourite

Travelling along a sand dusted road, with the chilled night air in my face,

My nose caught the wafting drafts of marijuana,

When suddenly, in front of me, a ways off, the was some faint illumination.

I had felt trouble keeping my head up any longer, and my vision had blurred;

I could not continue my travel this evening.

A female figure was standing between the outside and the in,

And there was a sound like the ringing of a church bell.

I began to consider the implications of the scene before me,

Thinking that it may be my salvation or my damnation.

Before I decided, she pulled a match and pressed it to the wick of tapered wax

And guided me inside. From somewhere down the hall I heard someone address me,

And though I could not be sure, I was almost certain that they were saying the following:

“We extend to you a sincere greeting from this establishment. It really is a beautiful resort to behold, and the beauty of your features may be compared to it. We have vacancy at present, in this establishment, and we are open year round at this location.”

My female guide seemed somewhat crazed about the topic of diamonds and jewellery,

And she spoke of fine cars with an almost sick obsession.

She explained that many of the people she spent time with were attractive younger men,

And she was close with them all.

She tells me of how they spend their summers in the inner gardens of the establishment,

Dancing to music until they are soaked with sweat.

She assumes that some of them will never forget those beautiful summer memories,

While others more than likely only used them to brighten the dark memories of their past.

I requested an audience with the head of the establishment,

And I requested that he fetch the alcohol I always preferred to drink.

He explained to me that this establishment no longer carried that particular alcohol,

And in fact, they had not for some time.

Interrupting our conversation, I could once again hear the hidden voice down the hall.

The voice did not cease, often disrupting my sleep, just to hear the repeated message:

“We extend to you a sincere greeting from this establishment. It really is a beautiful resort to behold, and the beauty of your features may be compared to it. Currently our patrons are partying here at our establishment, and though it was not expected, it is most welcome. We encourage you to come down to the party, using any excuse necessary!”

In my room, I was able to gaze at my reflection above me as I lay on my bed,

And in place of my choice alcohol, I had a bubbly, pale rose coloured drink, chilled.

My female guide had explained to me that the patrons at the establishment,

Were really here against their own will, in a way, but for their own reasons.

The patrons she spoke about were, at the time, in the headmaster’s suite;

They had come together to share a large, albeit strange, meal.

It began with the attempt to slaughter the main course together with their utensils.

It was proving quite difficult.

The final memory that I could share with you of this place,

Was that of the night I decided to leave. I had planned to leave by the same way I had entered when I had arrived.

Before going however, the man on duty that evening advised that I stay calm.

He went on to tell me that the establishment was well equipped to receive new patrons.

Unfortunately, due to the nature of the establishment I found myself in,

I was allowed to go through the motions of making my escape,

But I would never be permitted to actually leave the premises…

*Note: Zombies will not be mentioned this post.