It looked like any other movie house. The beight sign illuminated the name and listed the movies that were playing. The ticket counter was a tiny room with the two sets of double doors behind it.
Kenny walked up to it, moving past the ticket counter he noticed that all the posters for the movies looked to be in top shape, not even a little yellowed from the decades unkept. He shrugged thinking nothing more of it and went inside.
Wow!
A rich red carpet covered the entire floor and was devoid of any stains or gum. Their were four other doors (6 if you include bathrooms) each leading to a differant theater, and in dead center f the room like an island. The snack bar. warm popcorn jumping in the...
Wait....
He jumped over the counter. Looking at the old popcorn machine, still popping away kernals after more than 70 years.
He reached in slowly and latched onto a piece that jumped into his hand.
"Doesn't feel stale." After a second he popped it into his mouth.
"Mmm this tastes great." He said.
"Someone else is here." Kenny said in conclusion, no other explanation.
Well except one, but he didn't want to consider it.
Shrugging he scooped up a bag of popcorn and pulled a glass bottle of coke out of the chiller.
He looked over the movie titles over each screen.
"These movies don't exactly scream 1920's." He muttered to himself. They looked more like titles for cheesy 1950 and upwards b movie titles.
Finally he selected his film and went into the theater with the title above it saying...
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