The Hotel California

A Terrible Realization

It's been a long time since I had slept properly. I've noticed more and more strange things happening in this damn hotel...
C1.) So one night--- this night--- I decided to sneak out of my room to investigate. I silently snuck through the dark hallways with the dim light from a lighter I carry with me.
I wandered blindly until I saw a large door that was slightly open, and it let out both light and a cool breeze. I walk over and pop my head through the crack in the door, and I see a giant, circular room with shining mirrors attached to the dome ceiling. They reflected the Limestone walls and Spanish paintings hanging from the walls.
C2.) There were ice sculptures that were carved into 3 animals; an Eagle, a Boar, and a Leopard. Champagne of a bright red color sat on a few tables the also bore the ice sculptures; It was a majestic room.
C3.) The woman who had shown me the way the day I arrived noticed me peeking my head through the door, and walked over.
"What are you doing here, so late at night?" She asked me.
I straightened and retorted, "I should be asking you the same question. Explain the strange dances that you do almost every afternoon, and the whispering I hear every night before I sleep."
She looked at me, and her face became guilty. She looked down at the ground for a few seconds, and then she sighed, and looked back up at my stern face.
"We, the caretakers in this hotel, are prisoners here... Of our own accord..."
C4.) She then straightened, tense and anxious, and she grabbed my arm and forced her way through the doors and sped down the dark hall, unfazed by the blinding darkness.
She led me to a different room, to another set of doors. I could make out a plaque on the wall near the doors and it read "MASTER'S QUARTERS".
We nudged open the door a bit just enough to where we could crouch down behind the door, while still being hidden, and be able to make out what was inside this room.
C5.) There was a large clump of meat that seemed to be the body of an abnormally large pig, and it sat in the center of a huge rectangular room, with oil paintings of men in suits on the walls and lanterns on hooks. The pig was surrounded by the satanic ritual circle that you'd see in cults...
C6.) And on the outskirts were men in hooded robes, chanting a crude, ancient song, waving their arms at the beast. Many of them held giant forks and are frequently stabbing at the monstrous meat, taking chunks off and swallowing them whole. But no matter what they do, nothing manages to even scratch the beast.
C7.) It was a bizarre and terrifying sight, and the first and only thought that came to my mind was the one word, Run.
As I ran, I lost myself in my thoughts and my body had full control over my sprinting. Who the hell are these people? What do they want? What are they doing? Summoning the Devil? Keeping Jesus away? Sacrifices? What does it all mean?! These scary questions and many others race through my head as I dash down the dark hallways.
C8.) Suddenly, I recognized where I was, and found myself in a hallway that branched off in many directions. I blindly chose one and ran down it. I have to find this damn exit!
C9.) But to get there, I had to find the passage that lead my room... I couldn't think properly, my mind was too jumbled with crazy thoughts of what is wrong with this damn hotel, that I lost my focus. I stopped, and breathed, and listened for the singing voices. Maybe it would comfort me in my time of need.

But there was only silence.

So I kept running, and at last I had found the large double oak doors, with the reception desk off to the side. The doors were slightly ajar, and the comforting rays of a bright sunrise was peeking through the doors.
C10.) A man stood alone at the reception desk. He was almost asleep, losing energy by the minute. But as he heard my quick footsteps, he jerked himself straight and came running in front of my path to stop me.
"Relax, relax! There's no need to rush out of here like that," He tried to reassure.
"You guys are insane! Don't tell me to relax! Get out of my way!" I yell.
Suddenly, the exit doors shut, and a loud click echoed through the room; the doors locked from the outside!
C11.) "I'm sorry, but you can't do that," the man said, with a cold, menacing, evil sounding tone in his voice. "You see, we are told to receive people into our hotel whenever we can, and we find you, off the side of the road, your car crashed into a boulder." He informed.
"Crashed? I didn't crash, what do you mean?" I asked, perplexed.
C12.) "You see, you must stay here," He continued, "You have no choice but to stay inside this hotel, because..."
He trailed off.
"Because... what?" I pushed.
"Because you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave the hands of Satan."
And with that, I blacked out, and I never saw the light again; Only darkness...