last few days there with us in the city a new bar, The Devil club. Previously there was some night club or something similar. Then graced a construction site of the old house. But now as the red letters, which appear to be in flames: the devil Club. But this is hardly even go the rumors about, that once you go in there was never again will. Somehow not quite understand. But the effect of these rumors was that each one had to go in there. So also I went with a few colleagues on a Saturday evening in the bar
The first impression when it comes into something is clouded and it stinks of cigarettes. The reddish light which seemed only dimly gave a special atmosphere in the room, which had similarities with a medieval tavern. In one corner, stretched around the bar were dancing in which two girls with only light clothing on it. But not like in a nightclub, somehow with more style and more dignity. In the other was a piano. This was illuminated with yellow-red light. An elderly man, who by the way looked good, played on the piano. The song was similar to Rock n Roll.
"Ding Dong" hit a big old wall clock and then announced to the midnight hour. As the man began on piano with a cold and gloomy music. Animated all to the rhythm moving. The song was about closed door of an old bar, which was for ages, but always changed the location. Since noticed a woman who probably wanted to home, the doors were locked. Then began the bar on fire, and flames shot out of the doors. The song was played on the same pace. Now, by a piano player that the bar was talking about. This has never been respected, he swore revenge on all who were in his bar until midnight, but charges are not with him. As I looked back to the man who wanted to smile at him, as I grinned a skull in a sneer. The keys have been played by more bony fingers. The hat which he had concealed on his head a little. Then came the singing of the dancers, which slowly discolored red. The black hair and black wings grew from his back. They are the helpers of the piano player. They rose slowly from the bar and slowly began to strangle individual guests. The dead fell to ashes before they hit the ground. But the piano player noticed this screaming and asking for help not a little bit, he ignored the whole thing. I was scared when the two came to me now. I thought now it's me in the neck. But no, I even had a piano player issued a drink for the beautiful song he had played. So I escaped the deadly arms of the dancers. But when I tell this story, who would they believe me? No one. Why should he? I ask only those who which also may want to tell their story should spend the piano player always a drink. Otherwise it will disappear and the bar, which after a week was no longer there. And no one could remember its existence.
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