The Hotel Basement

Dreams or nightmares?

I awake to the sound of footsteps, I sit up quickly and look around there was nothing there. I must've been imagining it. But I had some weird dreams the night before, weird cloaked monsters roaming the hotel and when every time I got up to see what was happening in these dreams I would be ripped apart by something under the bed. I never saw it, I just felt it's cold hands touch my shoulder. After these dreams I felt a bit scared of getting out of bed. But I needed to be at the tourist place at 8:00 am. I check my phone and see that it's 7:30. So I'm determined to get out of bed. I step on the bedside table and then onto the couch, realising it was okay I had nothing to worry about. I jumped onto the floor softly and I hoped I wouldn't wake the neighbours. I have a shower and feel like I'm being watched so I decide to not wash my hair. I get dressed in a casual outfit, jeans, with a sophisticated top and a scarf. I get my purse and rush out the door. Into the elevator and out the lobby door. When I almost run into the "Fresh Dogs Everyday!" cart and it's creepy owner. "Hello! Would you like another hotdog." he says in a weird voice. "No thankyou." I say and rush to the tourist place. The women greets me and we talk about Vancouver then I say what hotel I'm from and she gives me a glance not of anger but of remorse. She finishes our conversation quickly after that and tells me where the helicopter pilot is, I walk out to the back of the centre and see a rugged looking man. Standing tall. "You ready, love?" I nod. He talks me about the safety rules and then we go and ride the helicopter. "So are you here for long?" he shouts to me.

"No! Just for 2 weeks." 

"Nice. Where are you staying?"

"At the Royal Yealing Arms" I yell over the helicopter engines.

"Oh..." he says to me.

"What? What is so wrong with that hotel?" I shout louder then before.

"Look it up on the internet!" he yells back. I am quiet for the rest of the helicopter ride and when we land I thank the pilot and he looks at me with regretting eyes. I brush off the funny feeling of being afraid. And head for the library they must have computers I can use. I ask the librarian and she says the computer lab is in the east wing, I walk over there and sit at computer. It's already logged in. I type in the search engine. 'Royal Yealing Hotel Vancouver'. And it comes up with a million results, I look at the first 3 and they are travel guides. But then I go to the news part and it has very disturbing results. 'People go missing in Royal Hotel' and 'mass suicide' and even 'serial killer is suspected to be hiding in royal hotel'. I gasp at all the awful things that have happened at the hotel. I keep combing through all the news stories and I am shocked. Then the librarian comes over to me and tells me it's time to go. So I head back to the hotel, praying that the disappearances are conspiracy theories and I head towards the hotel.

Now I wish I had just gone and stayed with my relatives even if I had just stayed there for the night I would be fine. But I went back to my room and that was the night of the choosing.