Hotel

Chapter 8

"No, i didn't inherited I build this hotel all by myself and I'm really proud by it" he said with a proud smile. But I was still dumb.

"Well that's not possible I mean this hotel is older than my grandmother" i said with a little panic in my voice.

"I'm kidding darling. Of course I inherited it." He said with a small laugh

"Well, what do you plan to do with it? Tear it down and build a new one of just fix it up a bit?"

"No one can tear this place down! This place is immortal!" He said shouting a bit

"What do you mean immortal?" I ask very curious of what he meant by immortal

"No one can escape the hotel and by no one I mean no one"he said creepily

After he said that I stopped asking questions and continued eating. Sometimes I would steal glances at him but he was always staring at me, watching my every movement.

After the dinner I quickly went to my room and changed for bed. As I was trying to sleep, the words James told me earlier started to cloud my mind.

I took out my laptop and went to google and looked up the hotel. I typed 'Hotel Cortez' and pressed the first links that appeared

It was a report of murders that happens in there. Apparently the original owner was a serial killer of his time.

He build the hotel to commit all his murders. The rumors say that the wife turned him in so she could stay with the hotel and the money.

But before they could catch him he had killed himself and a his maid who was his accomplice.

Many people believed that he killed more than a thousand people. Everyone knew that once you stepped foot in the hotel, you never got out yet they still went.

The police said that there were hallways that lead to nowhere, doors that were there for decoration so the victims would wait for someone to help them when really there was no one there.

Under the description was the name a picture of the monster who build this death trap.

As the picture loaded I could se a man with a bottle of champagne in his hands and people cheering for him in the back.

When the whole picture loaded I couldn't believe what I saw. It was James. And he was with the countess.

I stared at the computer trying to find a reason for this. But I couldn't find one.

After what felt like hours I finally escaped from my trance. I took a picture of the computer and saved the link in the computer.

I went out to find James in the only place I knew he would be. At the bar.

When i got to the lobby I walked- well ran, to the bar. I was secretly scared but always kept a mad face.

I saw him sitting on the bar stool drinking scotch. I went up to him to confront him. Hoping this was all just a prank.

"What the fuck is this?" I said through my teeth. He just stared at the picture slightly shocked.

"ANSWER ME!" I yelled tears streaming down my face. Not of sadness, but of anger. And a little bit of sadness, but I won't admit that.

He looked at my face then turned around to the bar again drinking. "I told you not to search up the hotel"

"So I wouldn't know that you were a FUCKING ghost!" "WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE, I don't tolerate that kind of words in my hotel"

"But you allow killing?" He looked at me in disbelieve