ready?” She looked at me with a warm smile, and I knew that I was about to see the darkest corners of my soul. We traveled further down the mountain and came to a door inscribed with the infamous, dark words depicted by Dante. We passed through these evil doors to find ourselves in a narrow hallway. There were dim light bulbs hanging from the ceiling intermittently so it was not too difficult to see. As we walked down the infinite hallway, I could see that there were hundreds of doors along the walls. Each door was a different size but all were the color of fresh blood. I must have looked confused because Dr. Wranovix answered the question that was pressing on my mind before I could ask it. “Dante chose not to put this hallway in his epic. He had to journey into every level of Hell, while we will just be seeing what Hell would mean for you. Each of these doors opens only for the person for whom it was made. What lies behind your door are the places in Hell where you may end up if you do not change your ways. You must learn from this experience and go back to life renewed. If you do not, then you will be doomed to spend eternity here.” We walked for what already seemed like an eternity when we finally stopped at one door. Upon the blood red door was a placard that read, “Here Will Reside Forever the Soul of Tiffany Corkran.” I shook at the sight of the door, but I knew in my heart that I had the power to change my fate. I turned the knob, and we stepped through, into darkness. *** When my eyes adjusted to the near pitch black of the next room, I could see thousands of souls walking aimlessly around the room, which I noticed was covered in dust. Dust floated around in the air and carpeted the ground with a good six inches. I saw that the souls were carrying huge objects upon their backs, and some were dragging objects along with chains connected to their ankles. “What have these souls done in life to deserve this contrapasso, Dr. Wranovix?” I inquired. “Are they allowed to rest or must they carry that weight forever?” “They can rest if they choose,” she quickly answered. “However, if they stop to rest, they will turn into dust. These poor souls did not pay any regard to their responsibilities in their lifetime. They chose to procrastinate with frivolous activities before finishing what was most important. They are forced to carry upon their backs what they wasted precious time on instead of doing their work first. Look around and see if you recognize anyone you know.” I looked around the room and spotted a boat and a jet-ski being dragged before I saw the person I knew was carrying the burden. I
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