Nora
The entrance of the bar had steps that went straight down. It was unusual, but Nora didn’t miss the fact that those stairs took patrons exactly six feet down. It was dark, everything was painted black. The cement floors, the walls, even the furniture.
Glowing green paint, posters, and even random lighting made it look like a creepy scene in a 1970s horror flick.
Not that she would know. She hardly slept through the seventies and wouldn’t dare enter a movie theater to actually try and scare herself with Hollywood gore.
She was already terrified of the real world.
And the music just didn’t feel like music to her. Nora liked her music, but this was hardly music to her. It sounded like that mosh pit stuff where no one knew what was being said, but all participated
