Used Bookstore

There is a used bookstore at the end of the alley. The door of the bookstore is dilapidated, dimly lit, and crumbling. There is a wooden board hanging next to the door, which reads: One story for one book. At midnight, someone would knock on the door lightly, and the boss, who was in his seventies, would open the door, invite him in, listen to his story, and guide him on the way to hell.