Hotel De Stella

Lunatic Luna

Frankly, the Hotel sucks.

Not because I've been here for longer than I can remember or because everyone smells of liquor all the time or that as a room attendant my foremost duty is to attend to cranky people early in the morning.

Hell, it's not even the bathroom clogs that happen on a basis that the plumber still hasn't tended to.

" Luna?? Don't you have room 504 on your itinerary today? What are you doing here?" A room attendant said interrupting what used to be my break.
" Oh, just passing by." Also, I have no recollection of telling her my name. Should I be worried?

" You better hurry. The room is to be readied for a VIP, apparently."
" Thank you for the heads-up."
I kick-started my employee energy with a dose of hot coffee before entering the room.
It wasn't messed up much but I did need to change the beddings for the next guest. VIPs, as I've been told.

I put the ashtrays on the drawers aside and let the windows open to air the room a little.
" Smoking is prohibited inside the building." I muttered.
" But they'll do it anyways, what a Shame for Youngins. "
Startled from the voice, I spun.
I scrutinized the entire room with not a single soul around.
" Go away. You have no business here. " I had zero clue on where the voice came from but I'm positive I know it's motive.

" So you can hear me, Good Heavens! Thank the Gods, the rumors were true!" Her cheery voice pierced through my ears coming from the direction exactly opposite of where the bed was.

" Not this again." I muttered. " Who in the world is spreading these rumors? "
I said opening the closet.

Inside, a tall lady of about 40 with gray linings in her roots and a green pendant hanging from her neck was crouched down in a wasteful attempt to hide with that height, I'd say.

She looked straight at me with widened eyes and jumped at me without any warning.
" You can see me too! Just as they said you would. You're Luna, the spirit seeing human!"
Let me rephrase, inside the closet was a spirit in her 40s.

" And you're the new spirit who just died recently. The pleasure is all mine. " I said, pulling the new bedsheets out of the closet and right through her.

" Hey!" She said alarmed by her cloudy hand through which the beddings just passed by. " Don't worry you won't die, cause hey, you're already dead!"
" They were right about this too." She muttered under her breath.
" About what?"
" That you aren't all that nice either."
I burst out laughing at that.
" I'm sure they used a different word for that. Who are ' they ' anyway. I feel like I need to have a word with them. "

" Does it matter? Please, Miss Valentine, I need your help, I was told me you helped out spirits in trouble!"
" That was ages ago, those services ended when nothing fruitful came out of it."
" Hear me out, please!"
I stood there silently fixing the new bedsheets into place before answering.
" There's nothing I can do to help you, I'm sorry."
" B-but then, what about.. about those spirits in the library! You've helped them before so why can't you do the same for me? That's extremely selfish of you!"

I stopped in my tracks, tracing my steps back and spinning around right in front of her ghastly face.
" Selfish, you say? For a living person to deny the requests of the honoured dead. But do you know what's even more selfish?"
I said walking around in slow circles behind her.
" The dead with regrets. You couldn't live your life basking in satisfaction so what makes you think you can do that when you're dead? " She looked heartbroken, From what I'd said but that's what every new spirit needs to hear.
I'm not here as a medium to fulfill their own desires for the expense of my time.

" From a woman to another, help me out. I'm trying not to live my own life with regrets for when I'm dead. I can't be doing.. well, this," I said pointing at her, "Anymore. All while I'm still living too at that. People will think I've gone senile at this age."
I start leaving and she stays quiet, lost in thought. Here's to hoping she understands.

I push the door open with the old bedsheets in hand and walk out to see an alarming number of people gathered outside staring right at me. Whispering.
It takes me a hot minute to realize they're all spirits. Talking about me, of course.
" Look at her, she made another one cry."
" She was so young too. She must've had a reason to reach out , Hmph, kids these days have no sympathy left at all."
" She's as cold as the day I arrived. And that was five years ago! Gee, it doesn't hurt to change a bit, you arrogant little-"

" I can hear you as clear as a bell."
The voices instantly hushed down and the apparitions scattered everywhere in a hurry.

This.
Is the very reason why the hotel sucks.
There's spirits everywhere!
Inside closets, behind doors, under the carpets, floating above tables and the worst part is, they don't ever shut up!
They are ridiculous in numbers. And with every new spirit arriving, they absolutely adore pulling my leg.

Spreading unnecessary half baked rumors about my " legacy " and what not.
Word of mouth travels fast here, in only a few minutes of the new spirits arriving, I'd have become the new hot topic that everyone's talking about for the millionth time, Lunatic Luna: the spirit seeing bi-
" Luna! " A voice from behind calls out to me and I turn around to see the room attendant from before.

" What's wrong? You're out of breath. Has Stella called for me?"
" Worse! There's a huge problem in the Hotel. Staff are to gather down the hall. Hurry up! "
She said pulling my sleeve and I have no choice but to go.
Oh boy, here we go again, Hotel de Stella with its never ending everyday antics. My mind hasn't changed in the last 7 years and I don't have any lingering hope that it ever will. It's a catchphrase on large billboards at this point: The hotel, does in fact, suck.

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Hii, this is a small creator's note. The story is only something I write because I need these off my idea board. Nothing serious so please excuse the grammar and cliched plots I use, I only want to have fun with my ocs <3