Around the same time a psychopath escaped prison, a new hotel opened. The town of long beach is a tourist town, so this isn't uncommon. It had 305 rooms. and every single one vacant. No other employees beside the owner. When police investigated the hotel due to inhuman screaming, the owner claimed that it came from the basement. Only one officer survived. What he claimed was tossed aside as a state of shock.
He claimed that him and his fellow officer walked calmly down, until they saw the mass of dissatisfying, disgusting tentacles, all wiggling and squirming over one entity. The basement door shut. The blood and human waste splattered on the wall called it, "The real Jesus" Shots were fired and the tentacles moved, revealing a hideous, skin-and-bones monster with eyes filled with blood, black teeth, and silver skin. Right before eating the officers hand, he said, like a raspy old man, "you pray to me, and I hear, you believe in me, you will know paradise. If not, you will know Hell". The officer ran, and attempted to arrest the owner. The ban stood, and stated," your not the first. 305 rooms, 306 deaths. I need to build a new room " The officer have up and ran, and told me this story. The hotel and the creature where never found. But they never searched Alaska. There my hotel sprang again, and I already have 351 rooms here. I pray to him, so I know paradise.
Everyone else knows only hell.
