The Hotel Basement

Checking in

It was my first trip over seas, I was travelling to Vancouver Canada and staying in the Royal Yealing Arms. I thought it was a luxurious hotel that was so beautiful and wondrous but I was wrong it wasn't what I thought it was. My name is Annette and this my story. I had just grabbed my bags from the luggage area when I bumped into a old women. "Sorry, I am very clumsy." I say to the woman but she just sneers at me and walks away. "Wrinkled old hag." I muttered and I grabbed my bag and headed out of the airport. Ahhh Vancouver just the look of it from outside the airport makes you want to explore straight away but I needed to get to the hotel they were very strict about you being late. I was staying in the Royal Yealing Arms. The most prestigious and uptight hotel there is, I knew I wouldn't spend much time there but I was offered a free booking, my family that's in Vancouver offered to give me accommodation but I declined. I was hurrying along, the hotel was just up the street. I kept troddling and hurrying along when I caught a whiff of something delicious. Mmmmmmm Hotdogs! I think to myself. I turn my head and see a cart that said 'Fresh Dogs Everyday!' I decided I would go over after I checked in and get a hotdog. I see the front of the hotel, it's gorgeous I love it already and I noticed across the road there was an abandoned hotel, still beautiful but eerie. I step inside the grandeur hotel and gasp it was amazing. The walls were held up by columns and had little plants dotted everywhere in different shapes. I was gobsmacked by the sight. I looked around for a check in desk and see a very friendly looking women sitting at a counter. I walk over and say hello. She asks what room I'm in and I am directed to the elevator and she says my room is on the 13th floor. I stand in the elevator and I realise it had windows I looked out admiring the city. I had some exploring to do. The elevator takes a long time reaching level 13 and I begin to wonder if there is a level 13 then the doors open and I step out into the hallway. "Room 7." I whisper to myself and see it just 2 doors down from the elevator. I insert my key and see the room, it was pretty standard compared to the rest of the hotel. But I didn't care I wasn't going to be doing much in there except for showering and sleeping. I dump my bags on the floor and look around the room. When I'm finished I decide to go out and explore and get one of the hotdogs. I go outside and see the cart is still there with a friendly looking man serving many customers. I walk over and he smiles at me. "Hello. And what can I get for you young lady." he says kindly. I look at his choices and just order a plain hotdog with mustard and ketchup. I take a bite out of my hotdog and it tastes delicious. "Mmmmm. What's in these?" I ask.

"Let's just say it's a very special type of meat." he says kindly again. This time I was kinda a bit creeped out by what he said by I passed it off as a joke and he probably meant it was pork or something but a little voice inside my head was saying something was wrong terribly wrong. But I ignored the voice. Now I wish I hadn't.