Never go into room 209 on Hell's Road.

Once you enter there is no escaping with your soul intact

The Demons of Hell call it their playground

Where no rules apply and everyone dies

They say once you enter you hear the screams of the victims that came before but it is too late to escape you're already through the door

So don't go through that door I beg of you please don't.

Once you're in you won't ever get out and You'll wish that you had listened to me I'm trying to keep you sane and your body in one piece.

Once you do what I beg you not to do.

They will paint the walls with your blood and laugh in your face as you scream in pain and beg for mercy.

Mercy does not exist where you are at.

And once your reported missing it will be too late.

But you can't blame me I did warn you.

Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale