Hotel Holle

Welcome to Hotel Holle

            Tugging my luggage behind me, I use my shoulder to push my way through the revolving doors of the hotel. Getting through the doors I drag my feet looking up taking in my surroundings. Old rusted and torn apart carpets, beige walls with the paint chipping away and what looks like water stains, and high ceilings tall enough to fit a football goal. Archangels and avenging demons in a permanent fight, painted on the ceiling. Walking up to the front desk I ring the service bell, wait a few minutes, and rung it again.
"Hello?" I huffed slightly annoyed and impatience. I take a deep breath in and notice the old musty smell to the hotel. "Just trying to check in, is anyone here?"
A hunch back hobbling old lady limps to the desk, barely able to look over the counter at me.
"What can I do for you?" she said in a hushed tone.
"I'm just trying to check into my room if its not too much trouble." my leg shaking, slightly impatience, but I remain calm and remember my manners.
Grabbing a key she slides its across the counter and tells me the elevator is broken. I slightly nod.
"Thank you", I give her an effortless smile and head up the stairs to room 101.
Arriving at room 101 I slide my key into the lock when I hear the door behind me open. I quickly turn around, ready to be confronted by one of those overly friendly hotel neighbors who want nothing more than to make friends with everyone. All I find is the door sligthly ajar and a man, in his mid forties, peeking through. Half his body in the room and half his body out in the hall he holds onto the door as if he was going to blown away by a hurricane.
Slightly shaking he speaks to me in a strained, smokers voice "Are you.. Are you staying in room 101?"
I inch slightly closer to my door ready to lock myself in if this weirdo tries anything funny.
"Yes I am, is there something you needed?" My grip on the door handle tightens with nerves.
He reaches a weak and shaking hand out to me, "Beware for that room is haunted. Illusions, thoughts that arent your own, beware, beware."
"Oh, ok. Thanks Mister. Really helpful." I say in a sarcastic tone as I slowly back into my room taking my luggage with me. "I'll be sure to look out for the ghosties." I quickly shut my door and let go of the breath that I was holding in without my knowledge.
After a few minutes my breathing turns to normal and I take in my surroundings. Small kitchenette, for my Betty Crocker needs. Although the kitchen looks to be falling apart. The rest of the hotel room was semi-decent, the only faults was the ugly design. Pepto Bismo walls with matching drapes, a light brown sandy and worn down carpet, and for some God awful reason a sea shell bed spread. The bed spread looked as if it has been passed down through 5 generations. It looked like something you would see in your grandmother's house, you know the one who retired to Florida to live out the rest of her days in sun shine. I leave my luggage at the end of the bed and flop down exhausted.
"Why does traveling have to be so hard?" I ask myself forgetting that I traveled alone, sighing I close my eyes.
Drifting off from exhaustion, i'm in the state of being asleep and being awake. Where youre concious of whats going on around you but at the same time you just dont want to move. Almost in a deep sleep I hear something dragging on the floor, like someone walking with a limp. I think nothing of it, its all in my mind. It's a dream, tricks of the mind. Shaking it off I shift my body to the right cuddling a pillow close to me.
A wisp of wind gently blows past my ear relaying a message, "Welcome to hell in room 101."
I shoot up fully awake my heart racing, quickly looking around the room in a panic. Left. Right. Nothing around me I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
"Welcome." a demonic voice speaks to me.
Slowly opening my eyes a man is kneeling on the end of my bed. Tall, slim, and transparent. His eyes sunken in and missing, replaced by black holes swallowing my soul. He smiles a wide smile, sharp teeth as he tilts his head. His smile as wide as Chesire Cats.
Speaking through his smile, "Please, take a number." he lunges at me, turning my world black.
"Wake up to your new reality, to the darkness that swallows you whole. Good luck escaping." he cackles and chokes as his voice fades away.
Scared to open my eyes to my new world I lay on a cold floor listening to my unsteady and shaky breaths. The drip drop of a leaky ceiling penetrates my dreary mind. I sit up, opening my eyes, scooting into the corner on my makeshift bed, made of moth eaten blankets and a single throw pillow made of throat catching dust. Tucking my knees to my chest I sigh heavily from my stomach. Leaning against the wall I slowly tilt my head back listening to the rats race to find Sunday dinner. Hovering above a green sick looking fan, which had once been white, goes in slow circles, making it seem that time has been stretched into forever. The single lamp I own sits on the ground next to my heap of blankets, flickering on and off, recreating your favorite horror movie scene. Taking in all my surroundings I shudder and tuck my bare feet into my worn out sweatpants, pulling my sleeves down along with them to defrost my precious hands. In the midst of my shivers, the light bulb shatters and leaves me in the complete darkness to make friends with the inner depths of my mind. With another sigh I fall deeper and deeper into my subconscious depression, I pick at the rotting wood next to my feet. All of a sudden the floor collapses on the other end of the room. Gasping frantically I scoot back onto my moth eaten blankets, hoping in some way they will protect me, whipping my head back and forth I notice the floor is folding onto itself. The walls are melting, dripping down like the hot wax on a lit candle. My heart is pounding a mile a minute as I open my mouth to scream for help but nothing comes out. I gather my knees to my chest again, feeling helpless, I leave my mouth wide open in hopes of someone hearing my cries for help. The floor is daringly close to me when I look up to see a light. Stumbling on myself I go to the edge of what's left of the floor and gather my courage. I leap toward the light, only to come short and fall into the never ending darkness of my mind.