The Hotel

The hotel was strange as you’d walk through the wide Art Deco doors.

A chime would ring and a bell would ding at the same time as if ushering you into a new world, a different world.

I stumbled in at first, with a question on my lips but not the words to say anything. It didn’t feel like a hospitable hotel, it felt like something else, something darker and not friendly in the slightest.

At the desk, a worn out wooden slab with a stool behind it and a back office, I tapped the bell not once but twice. The door thrust open, a tall man, slim figure and dangling arms. He pushed a key and the number 349, said nothing and went back into the office.

I stared at the bronze embossed 349 on the glass tab connected to the key. Holding it up to the dim lit wall lights, it flowed a soft amber. I took another pause, gather my bearings and readjusted myself.

Again that question on my lips, the confusion in my expression. Something was in the back of my mind but I just didn’t know what.

I followed the maroon carpet along the small hallway and up a flight of stairs. A wall had arrows and numbers, clearly showing where everything was but in strange directions. Rooms 240 to 278 pointed upwards, where as the 600’s pointed down and 348 and below points diagonally to the left.

I scanned for 349, where was it where was it. There, by itself pointing to the right. It felt strange as if I was being drawn to the room, along a further hall where darkness creeped all around.

I stumbled down it, almost freely being pulled with no motion in my limbs being controlled by myself. I hit 349, the door made of oak and red walls surrounding outside.

Where was I, what am I doing here. Those were the words that sounded inside me as I felt confused. How did I get here?

I placed a hand on the door, almost feeling a heart beating. I raised it and it left a bloodied hand print however nothing was on my hand.

I could feel something close to my blindside but didn’t turn to greet it.

Clicking the door open a bright white light shined gleaming outwards, I walked inside, into the nothingness, still confused but curious as to where I was.

The door closed behind me.

I walked into a strange hotel through the wide Art Deco doors.

A chime would ring and a bell would ding at the same time as if ushering you into a new world, a different world.

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