[ WP ] Since birth , you have always had a bad sense of direction that would defy the laws of logic and space . Instead of arriving at your destination , you would end up in places or areas impossible for normal people to get to .

Witness Jonah, as he meekly shuffles down a corridor, the failing energy saving bulb dimly illuminating the faded green walls, wither gloss paint or excessive damp unclear to him as he avoids touching anything lest it ruin his rented suit. 
 
 The Chaplin had informed everyone that the reception hall was only a short distance; just leave the chapel, turn left and take every left turn from there. 
 
 The expression on his face is of resigned determination yet his posture and movements tell of defeat and frustration. He mutters his name beneath his breath and wonders how can you make 8 right angle turns, roughly the same distance apart and not see the same corridor at least once. 
 
 Sighing, he places his hand upon the mildly corroded brass handle of the neglected door, avoiding touching any of the peeling layers of paint flaking from it and gently tries to open it. 
 
 then, not so gently attempts again to open it. His hand touches his forehead, then rubs his eyes, then drags down the remainder of his face. Eventually, he places his shoulder against the door and with a quick shifting of weight, steps through the now open doorway. Jonah then brushes paint chips from his suit. 
 
 Notice Jonah observes things others do not. Others would have crossed the mostly empty room and exited via the glass emergency exit to the Beautifully maintained hotel gardens bathed in sunlight. 
 
 But Jonah notices another door to his left, nearly hidden by the door he forced open, a match of the door he just entered but with less flaking paint and more faded colors. 
 
 Jonah opens this door and sees another long corridor stretch far before him, vibrant ruby colored doors on both sides. The brilliant scarlet carpet looks like it has never felt the fall of feet upon it. 
 
 Jonah approaches the first door on the left and opens it. the corridor that stretches ahead of him is dark, illuminated only by the moonlight that enters from the windows on the Right wall. 
 
 opening the next door on the left, Jonah could hear strange music; indistinct but compelling; a sort of piping, irregular cacophony that held some strange melody coming from the end of the corridor that now stretched before him. 
 
 `` Finally'', Jonah said, `` Nearly there''. 
 
 but again, Jonah notices a subtle door, flush with the wall painted as to blend in and go unnoticed. 
 
 As Jonah again follows his instructions, things take a sinister turn.
