. . "There is a dead mall somewhere in Virginia that is in an advanced state of decay. For one reason or another, the mall still stands \u2014 there have been several plans, some of them quite elaborate, to revitalize the area, many of them calling for the original building\u2019s demolition\u2026 but none of them have ever come to pass. It is quite a shame, a sorry thing to look at today. In its heyday in the 1970\u2032s and early 80\u2032s, the mall was jam-packed, the place to be on the weekends, especially Saturday nights. It was upscale, fashionable, and always a happy place to go. Years went by, and bigger, better malls opened around the city. The mall slowly started losing popularity until today it is completely empty. If you go in it nowadays, you will be astounded by the vast emptiness \u2014 every step you make and every word you speak will echo loudly. Where once scores of people did their shopping, met for lunch, and got together, there is now only eerie silence. Over the years, the happy, upbeat feeling of the place has darkened, more and more, until now many people avoid it \u2014 but can never tell you exactly why. The story would end here, were it not for a very curious rumor: it is said on certain Saturday nights throughout the year, something very strange happens. If you go to one of the entrances of this mall, it will be unlocked. Push open the door, and it will give way \u2014 and you may enter. Near a bench right in the entrance will be a shadowy figure \u2014 casting a shadow that obscures the darkness around it. This shadowy figure can be spoken to \u2014 call out to it: \u201CI know your secret, and the secrets you keep.\u201D Where once there was shadow, there will appear a face \u2014 a radiantly pale, withered old man\u2019s face, with black holes for eye-sockets. \u201CNo,\u201D he will respond in a voice that will be like the slithering of maggots, \u201Cfor I know yours.\u201D He will then ask a question \u2014 the question will be about your life, or rather a detail about your life, something that happened many years ago. The question he poses will be one you should know the answer to \u2014 but so obscure, it will be difficult to answer at first, if you can answer it at all. You will be forced to answer \u2014 you simply won\u2019t be able to respond with \u201CI don\u2019t know.\u201D If you get the answer right, the shadowy man will thrust a box into your hands, before dissolving back into the darkness. Open the box, and there will be a note, on which will be written the name of the person you were meant to marry or fall in love with. Only rarely is it the person you think it will be. If you get the answer wrong, your body will be found the morning of the following Sunday, at the entrance to the mall you came in, mutilated and eviscerated so badly no one will be able to identify the body. Credited to Royal-Sovereign"@en . . . . "The Decaying Mall"@en . . . . . "There is a dead mall somewhere in Virginia that is in an advanced state of decay. For one reason or another, the mall still stands \u2014 there have been several plans, some of them quite elaborate, to revitalize the area, many of them calling for the original building\u2019s demolition\u2026 but none of them have ever come to pass. It is quite a shame, a sorry thing to look at today. In its heyday in the 1970\u2032s and early 80\u2032s, the mall was jam-packed, the place to be on the weekends, especially Saturday nights. It was upscale, fashionable, and always a happy place to go. Credited to Royal-Sovereign"@en . . . .