Only one hall here. Once it was my favorite playground as I fought imaginary ninjas by myself to pass the day. At night it was a place of horror, a place in my dreams where it would suck me back into the night towards some unknown horror. In my teen years, it would be place for me to pace and think on the lonely nights, where I would ponder and deliberate the nature of fantasy, the universe, God, and myself. Now it becomes a place of disgust for me, to be crossed as quickly as possible and avoided at all cost.