Yes, the gym could kill you

​My gym has a "cinema room" where you can ride a stationary bike in pitch dark total silence, just the sound of strangers breathing heavily.
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You haven't lived until you've watched a horror movie on mute, while riding a bike that goes nowhere, shoulder to shoulder with other nameless faceless riders who you don't know and never will, but whose moist ponytails have grazed your neck for a chilling no-no nanosecond, all behind a heavy sound-proof door that is probably still unlocked unless someone accidentally locked you all in together, closed the gym and went home, leaving you to steam to death in a giant airtight coffin as the credits play on and on and on.