At the corner of 4th Street and Heywood Avenue, The Haunted Hotel didnβt simply stand: she watched. Her walls towered over the sidewalk like a hungry beast, and something deep inside rumbled beneath our feet. The sound was almost a cry, but not one of pain. It was the growl of something waiting for its next victim.
And she already chose her first victims, sending her minions outside to trap two members of our group in a cage, where we were swiftly wheeled away. It was almost like being in Cinderellaβs carriage – until, that is, the taunting and chainsaw assaults began! Once we were released, a bearded (and slightly disturbed) gentleman by the name of Levey was kind enough to share his beverage- kept in an oil can (?!)- with us, βaccidentallyβ covering two more group members with it in the process. Top-notch service at this hotel, eh? All of this happened before we even crossed the threshold. When it came time for us to enter, there was a loud BANG, the door flew open, and we were pulled straight into her nightmare!
Time was of the essence; we needed to get to our room quickly. The place was sold out, and the rumbling beneath us grew louder. We had arrived just in time for dinner; would they have room service? Or did they have something else in mind? We were all starting to feel like maybe WE were the main course.
The front desk clerk, Victoria, and bellhop Oswald, were quite excited to have us. They said βsheβ was waiting for us. (Who was this SHE?!) They kept referring to the establishment as Mother, the Lady, or simply βher.β Their maniacal laughter and temperament told us βsheβ was not going to let us out unscathed – or maybe at all.
Many guests had checked in and never checked out. They had been left behind as offerings to her. Waitβ¦ were we next?! We were given Room 4, and told it was the best in the house! So our journey to Room 4 began, with every passage more disturbing than the last. The inhabitants had one goal: to terrorize us and offer us up to βMotherβ!
Just as we thought we were nearly free and could finally check out of this madness, multiple chainsaws revved all around usβ¦ and thatβs just a little bit of the chaos and torment we endured. Did we manage to survive and get out of this hotel from Hell? Read on to find outβ¦
(And by the way: where the hell was our room service? Weβre totally giving them a bad review.)
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