Melancholia

1 - Hotel Melancholia

This is a story about tourism in Melancholia. You see, Melancholia is rarely visited and the tourism rate is low, so there are only a few hotels there. Among the few hotels is the one you should not visit, which is the hotel named after the town, Hotel Melancholia.

The story begins with a news reporter, Mr. Biugle. One night, Mr. Biugle was traveling back to his hometown. Halfway through his journey, his vision grew dim and his sight grew heavy and he felt tired. He eventually decided to stop his journey. Fortunately, or should I say, unfortunately, he noticed a shining and shimmering light. Upon further inspection, the light seemed to come from a hotel. He wondered why his car was the only one there. Then, he noticed a woman, approximately in her 20s, standing in the doorway, holding an unlit candle.

"Come in," she said. "You must be tired from all of your traveling. Let me bring you in," she said as she rang the mission bell.

Mr. Biugle didn't know how to respond. He was glad that he had a place to stay for the night, but at the same time, he felt suspicious that he was the only guest there. It was like heaven but it could be hell. Then, the woman lit up the candle and showed Mr. Biugle the way to his room. While walking down the corridor, Mr. Biugle heard some voices singing, "Welcome to the Hotel Melancholia, such a lovely place, such a lovely face." Mr. Biugle got creeped out by those voices.

A while later, they arrived at Mr. Biugle's room. "Here it is, room number 134. This is your room from now on. If you need anything, just call me, Janice, on the number 643 using the telephone in the room.

"Okay, thanks a lot," Mr. Biugle said.
The next morning, Mr. Biugle heard a knock on his door.

"Knock! Knock!" a sound came from the door.

"Who is it?" asked Mr. Biugle.

"It's me, Janice," Janice said. "I'm here to bring you to have breakfast."

"Okay, I'll be there," said Mr. Biugle.

A few minutes later, Mr. Biugle and Janice were having a conversation while walking to the dining room.

"You know, I still haven't got your name," said Janice.

"Oh, it's Ben Biugle. You can call me Ben."

A while later, they stopped at a door with a strangely familiar sign on it. It has three spikes inside a circle.

"Why did we stop here?" asked Mr. Biugle.

"This is my room, room number 643," replied Janice.

"What is that sign?" Mr. Biugle asked curiously.

"Oh, that," Janice remarked. "It's the logo of Mercedes Benz. It's from my old Mercedes car. It reminds me of my previous life."

"What happened to your Mercedes car?" asked Mr. Biugle, wanting to know the details.

"I don't want to talk about it. Anyway, let's continue going to the dining room."

Sometime later, they arrived at the dining room. They are breakfast together while chatting.

"Hey, who are these other people around us? I thought I was the only guest here," said Mr. Biugle after looking around the dining room.

"Oh, those are my pretty people that I call friends," Janice answered. "After breakfast, I shall take you to the courtyard."

Later, when breakfast was finished, Janice brought Mr. Biugle to the courtyard.

"Hey, there are your friends again! What are they doing here?" asked Mr. Biugle.

"I have brought you here to see their dance, which is called 'The Sweet Summer Sweat'," replied Janice. "Some of my friends dance it to try to remember their past and some of them dance it to forget their past," she added.