The Green Park Hotel

Act 1

(A/N: The first few chapters of this are from when I started it in 2016 so sorry in advance if it's a little shit)

Leaves danced across the road as we drove towards our destination. The trees were painted the different colours of autumn, warm reds and oranges, bright yellows and the occasional greens. I had heard alot about this hotel, and a percentage of that wasn't good. There are alot of rumors speculating the place, the clichéd murders and ghosts. I knew it was probably just rumors, but something about this place seemed off. As our old car turned to drive down a small slope, I saw it. The sign was dark, only one bright light lit it up.
The Green Park Hotel, overlooking Loch Faskally.
I could faintly see the sign due to the rain that covered the car window. We drove through the small gate and then I saw it. Dim lights were placed across the white walls which seemed to tower over us in the dark. I quickly grabbed my books and draped my coat over my head. I ran to the entrance of the hotel. As my mother opened the door to let us in, I began to feel uneasy. When I stepped into the reception I felt a sudden chill down my spine. What if all those rumors were true? I started to make comparisons to hotels from horror films, the main two that sprung to mind were the overlook hotel from the shining and Bates motel from psycho.

The bells loud ring snapped me out of my thoughts, I glanced over to the desk to see my parents talking to man, who I presumed is the bellboy. I looked around the room and noticed a attractive boy around my age, wearing the hotels uniform, approaching me. He had brown hair that was gently swept to the left. his jawline was prominent and his shoulders were sharp. If this was Bates motel, this guy would definitely be Norman Bates. He noticed me staring and smiled warmly, I now realized he was more or less right in front of me. "Hey, do you mind if I help with your bags?" he asked softly.
"yeah, sure, I don't mind" I awkwardly replied. He picked up my vintage briefcase and gestured with his hand to the direction of where the rooms were located. I began walking in front of him.

He lead me towards the staircase and started to start a conversation. "So your room is number 38", he said as he walked up the stairs in front of me, "its a very pretty room, for a very pretty girl I guess". My cheeks suddenly flushed and I stumbled over the top step, dropping my books everywhere. I quickly began picking them up, my cheeks even redder then before. The boy crouched down and began helping me. He glanced at my reading choices and raised his eyebrows ever so slightly. "So you like horror, huh?" he asked.
"yeah I guess" I shyly replied.
"well it looks like you do, I noticed a few Stephen King books there, the shining has got to be my favourite." My eyes widened, so this boy is attractive and he likes my favourite horror author?
"I love the shining" I earlerly replied. He smiled that warm smile again and offered his hand to help me up. I gently placed my small hands in his and he pulled me up. He then gave me my other books and we continued to room 38.

My room was in the garden wing of the hotel. It was very pretty, but as I entered I felt yet another shiver down my spine. I was suddenly cold, very cold. My knuckles became reddened from my tight grip on the door handle. I glanced over to the mirror and I had become very pale, my blue eyes standing out against the rest of my pale complexion. My breathing became heavy, as if there was a hand wrapped around my throat. I turned to face the guy, at this point I realized I hadn't asked his name. "I'm sorry, I'm so rude, I never asked your name" I said, my voice shaking as I did so. "oh its okay," he replied, "My names Joan Gilling, what's yours?" He stuck his hand out and I shook it. "my name is Lindsey East." We smiled at each other, our hands still connected. Joan seemed to snap out of a trance and he swiftly in-connected our hands. "Well, I better let you get settled in. Goodnight Lindsey" he said with that warm smile. "See you around, Joan." I then watched as he walked down the hall towards the stairs. Then he was gone. I entered my room and began to get settled in.