And Who Knew?

That's not my hotel

What.

The actual fuck.

Just happened.

"Uh.... Hello?" I called out dumbly. I couldn't see shit. I rubbed my eyes and pried them open, then shut them again. They stung, like dust from the street was brutally thrown at them. I blinked rapidly, until my eyes stopped trying to flush whatever the hell was making them sting. I rubbed the liquid off of them and finally opened them. I was still In the forest, and the well was there. And look, there's the-

"That's not my hotel" me and someone else had said at the same time. I turned my head in the direction of the voice. Of course, it was Kuchisake. 

"Great, looks like I'm stuck with you." She huffed and took it upon herself to eat the cookies I had. I didn't notice  were dropped on the ground. I snatched them out of her hand before she could take a second one, and that was easily the end of that. Neither one of us complained about it, staring at our hotel.

"Was our hotel made out of red bricks, or gray?" Funny, you could see something every day, and still know nothing about it. I've noticed that with myself and the kids in class. how many steps from each floor do the children climb to reach their next lesson? Your favorite book, can you name  the author? You say hi to the lunch ladies, but can you remember if they even heard you? Do you thank the bus driver for putting up with you the entire year? We claim to know things, but in reality, we know the familiarity. 

The truth is, we do not know if the hotel was gray or red, nor do I know how many steps was on that staircase leading up to the Juniors and the Seniors.

"I don't... I don't know." I stuttered out after a few breaths. Kuchisake cursed and brushed out her hair with her fingers, which somehow got messed up on the way to the well.

Hair.

I dashed to the main entrance. Of course. My OCD ass was bothered like hell when a strand of her long, black hair was caught. In the sleek white doors. Well, I thought it was black. Either way, the hair sticking out like a sore thumb really bothered me. 

And I knew it wasn't my hotel. The bricks didn't match. These appears like cobble, and I didn't see any dark wood. And it seemed to take forever to get to the end of it. Something definitely wasn't right. Our hotel was big, but not this fucking big. 

And what place is silly enough to pair sleek, white doors with shit instead of metal or ones made of wood? A summer hotel, maybe, but a dark and dingy one? I peeked around the corner, hoping to see the parking lot and my car.

Now I know what you were thinking. "what happened to the grand hotel you talked about?" blah blah blah. sure, the PLACE had changed. but some of the interior was the same as when me and April had explored it, like the mahogany desk, or the bright white doors. Speaking of doors...

The doors. Were. Fucking. Brown.

"Yeah... That's not our hotel." And to make matters worse, where was Takai? 

"Fuuuuuck..." Was all Kuchisake could mutter as we stared in disbelief. The parking lot was gone and everything.

"Didn't she say something about there being a hotel for every religion or something? Like one for Celtic, one for Japanese, and so on so forth?" I had asked. She nodded.

"Maybe this hotel belongs to something of that affect. We were Japanese, so that rules that out of the question."

"Yeah" She bit her lip. She snatched a cookie before I could say boo. I didn't really care at this point of she did. I needed a cookie too.

"Well, should we... go in?" She nodded, and we inched closer to the doors. I was about to put my hand on the door, but I jumped.

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Obnoxious laughter rang from the inside, and the place faintly sounded of music that you would hear at an Irish bar. Like the one you would dance jigs to, with the bagpipes.

"Dear lady, that would be Celtic, wouldn't you say, wee fair?" I mocked an Irish tone. I probably was wrong. I knew next to nothing about Irish folklore. Other than the lessons I was supposed to teach, like the great famine with the potatoes and shit. Kuchisake smirked. 

"This is huge" She breathed. I looked up. Yeah, the hotel was pretty huge. It was like a castle. When we first saw the well, it looked like the dingy one in Japan ( I don't know where the hell we are right now) only much, much larger. Just... Not this large. Or this grand. Hell, this looked like something straight out of a story book. I only went out two or three times since coming to the hotel. On the outside, I would see the same small one. But as soon as I stepped into the parking lot, just like I had on the first day, the hotel was absolutely massive.  But the one that stood before this castle was bigger than the one you saw after stepping into the parking lot. Like this...

1=outside

2=inside

Place A is Japanese

and Place B is Celtic

A2 is smaller than B1. MUCH smaller... We were just too shell shocked and irritated to look at it at first. Other wise, we would have clearly known that this was definitely NOT our hotel. 

Tadaaaa :D

"Long live Dagda!" And a small picture of a sign was on the door window.

"Now hold on a second" I said.

"Oh for fucks sake, just open the damn door"  Kuchisake rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips.

"Nono, hear me out. Why is it that at our hotel, no gods or goddesses were there? Why only urban legends or mythical creatures?" Her eyes softened at that, and she actually seemed to hesitate. 

"I'll tell you that later, when we have the time. Just open the door."

"Alright." I opened the door, but there stood a man, with some sort of speckled hide around a stick that he held in his hand.

"I am Sétanta, and who are you, mighty travelers?" Well ain't Ireland full of nutcases who speak like the dark ages, or am I the one going insane?