Moira's eyes snap open. She leans across you and stares out. You per into the darkness as Mrs Matson pulls up the driveway. You spot a huge old hotel with dark stone colums flanking the entrance.
The building set back from the road, among some pine trees. There
are strange carvings over the front door. Gargoyles gaze down at you.
"The sign doesn't say Dead hotel," Moira arques "It says Hotel morte."
"Yeah," you agree. "But do you know what 'Morte' means? It meas death - in about Sixteen Languages! You know - like mortician. And mortal. And-
"That's enough." Mrs. Matson sighs. "The only thing that's dead is my car. Hop out - were spending
the night here" You, moira, B.J., and Jamie all gran your duffel bags from the trunk. Then follow mrs. Matson into he creepy hotel.
The Instant you step into the lobby you feel a Strange chill. As if an icy hand has just rubbed across your shoulders your glance around the marble lobby. Old leather couches and arm chairs dot the huge room.
Dusty potted palms lurk in the corners.
But there's not a single person in sight.
"Welcome to Hotel Morte!" a voice calls out of nowhere.
