The hallway that stretched before Delilah was very dimly lit. The floor was covered with a black and ivory patterned carpet that stretched down the length of the hall. The walls and ceiling were painted a creamy light brown color, and were lined with bronze candlestick holders, each two feet apart. 
The halls’ weak lighting in fact was coming from the white candles which were perched inside the bronze holders. Small yellow flame leapt from their wicks in a futile effort to enlighten the brooding hall.
     
     Further down at the hall’s end was a brown door, barely visible in the poorly lit hallway. Just to the right was another closed brown door, and to the left a staircase could be viewed, it’s railing just several feet to the left. The hallway walls were also hung with paintings. Every two feet of space between the candleholders was hung with a different painting.

     A screaming face wrapped tightly in barbed wire, a skull with nails driven through it all around, two bloody nails crossed like a crucifix, a depiction of what appeared to be the world engulfed in angry red flame, a blonde-haired boy holding a bloody sword and smiling cruelly. Each painting was more morbid than the last.