Elias backed away, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He turned to the exit, but the glass doors were gone. In their place was a solid wall of smooth, white stucco. The lobby had expanded. The carpet stretched out endlessly now, a red tongue rolling down an infinite throat.
"Enjoy the show," Julian said, and the projector in the distance clicked on, drowning the lobby in a blinding, blinding light.
The cinema still stands. Look for the flickering M . If you find a white card under your door… maybe don’t go alone.
