From Anshi’s Desk…
It was a peculiarly dark night, one which was not predicted by weather reporters at all. From this particular moment in time, it struck me that something was wrong. I did not wish to ponder much longer upon the subject, since I wanted to keep a positive spirit about me, as seeing the reviews of this hotel, I knew that what was to come was going to be very, very dark…
I arrived at the mansion at 6 O’Clock. I stood and watched it lie there, deteriorating, desolate. Vines hung from the walls, vultures circled around the building. There was an eery silence around this house, no birds chirping, no trees swaying. The atmosphere at this vile building seemed dark and secretive. There was something very ominous about this house, something which I could not quite put my finger on. However, thinking logically and methodically, I kept my spirit up, and ignored all of the features of the house, praying whatever lay inside was much nicer than this. “Looks can be deceiving,” I repeated to myself as I approached an ancient wooden door. I knocked three times, inhaling a lung full of dust as I did so. Suddenly, I felt a creak under my feet, and a colony of bats flew away from the dark ceiling of the patio. I waited for approximately two minutes, constantly reassuring myself that everything would be okay. I heard a creaking sound, and the door slowly gave way.. From a quick glance I saw nothing, except darkness surrounding the interior of the building. Then, I turned my head and focused my eyes upon the man who had opened the door. He seemed archaic, covered in wrinkles, with three teeth which were so brown, it was as if someone had covered them in chocolate sauce. He looked as though he was going to collapse any second. He smelt of devilled eggs, and something he was wearing was rotting. One feature of his which frightened me were his piercing blue eyes, staring straight at me.
“Good Evening,” I managed to cough up, “My name is…”
“It don’t matter what your name is,” he interrupted, with a strong Irish accent, “Get inside! We can’t have you standing out in the cold like ‘at,”
and with that, I wandered inside, cautiously. Now, I could make out a spiral staircase. Cold eyed statues of gargoyles surrounded an open area. Every bit of furniture was covered in decay. At this point, I didn’t think I was going to survive the night.
“I’ll show you to the ‘Ollow room,” he whispered, with a spine-chilling smile.
I noticed a painting of a lady hanging in the corner of the room, it seemed to match the archaic features of everything else in this place.
“The Hollow room?” I said, “What’s the Hollow Room?” From a distance I made out a high pitched cackle, and I saw on old lady, standing at the top of the spiral staircase, even more ugly than the old man. “The ‘Ollow room,” she said, “Was her ladyship’s favourite room.” After a short walk filled with creaks, cobwebs surrounding every corner, and the occasional black cat pouncing at onto the hallway, we had arrived at the ‘Hollow Room’. It was a dusty room, filled with filth and decay, as most rooms in this house were, and I heard the soft sound of scuttling insects. However, in this room, their were many stuffed animals, the only creatures I could be sure wouldn’t pounce on me. However, after contemplating about the creatures, they seemed very life like… At that moment, the door creaked shut, and I heard the click of the lock. I understood everything now! Why of all hotels did I choose to inspect this one! They were going to turn me into a stuffed human! As everything clicked into place, I slowly turned to face the animals. That must have been the decaying smell! They were all real animals! Lightning struck outside and the wind howled as dark clouds circled over the house.
I knew then, my life was over, I would remain trapped here forever, never to be seen again…