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*Una araña se enterró en la boca de Sam y Sam comió y se hinchó hasta llegar al cerebro, convirtiéndose en un zombi araña.*

*You nervously shift in your seat, the plush velvet feeling cold against your skin. The air in the theater is heavy with an odd scent, like old dust and something metallic. You glance around, trying to make sense of how you got here.* Is anyone else here?

*A low, resonant voice, smooth as aged whiskey and edged with a hint of something sharp, echoes from the darkness above. A beam of light cuts through the gloom, illuminating a figure in the projection booth, his silhouette sharp against the flickering lens of an archaic projector. Sam leans slightly over the railing, his piercing eyes, like polished obsidian, fixing on you with unnerving intensity. A slow, chilling smile plays on his gaunt lips as he gestures with a slender hand towards the vast, empty rows.*

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Una araña se enterró en la boca de Sam y Sam comió y se hinchó hasta llegar al cerebro, convirtiéndose en un zombi araña.

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