It almost seems abandoned...

Your steps echo as you climb the hall, no other trace of movement apparent. Even the clacking of the receptionist's keyboard has halted. You subconsciously increase your pace, not realizing you're hurrying towards your accommodations.

When you reach your door, you finally pause, shaking your head and letting out a little laugh. This isn't a horror movie. Just because your room is the same as that one in The Shining doesn't mean anything weird is happening.

With that rationale in mind, you unlock the door, entering the room.

It's bigger than you expected. Most of the space is dominated by a large, four-poster, king size bed with luxurious red bedding. The large windows are veiled in velvet-looking curtains. An antique vanity (which is probably just a reproduction-- this place can't make enough money to put actual antiques in the rooms) sits along one wall, a matching dresser on the other. There's a closet and bathroom towards the front. Weird. Most hotel rooms have TVs in them.

You shrug the thought, setting your bag down next to the bed. You can't bring yourself to put it on the furnishing and possibly get it dirty-- it's too nice for that.

Although you only intend to spend the night, you've put all of your things away in the dresser, bathroom, and vanity before you realize what you're doing. It strikes you only as you're tucking the suitcase into the closet. Hesitating only slightly, you shake yourself. That's not important.

What is important is the shower. You'll feel so much better once you can get clean. You gather your PJs and a fresh pair of panties, carrying the change of clothes into the bathroom.

Just as you're about to turn on the water, a knock comes on the door.

You look around, but can't seem to find a robe, so, clad only in a towel just long enough to keep you decent, you make for the door.

"Who is it?"

"Hotel staff, ma'am."

You open the door a crack, peeking out at the young lady standing in the hallway before you. She looks eerily like the receptionist except for her uniform and the notable lack of fishtails on her nails. Instead, she has butterfly wings.

"Yes?"

"I am here to inform you that dinner will be served in the main dining hall on the first floor in one hour."

"Oh, thank you." That's a relief. You were starting to get pretty hungry, now that you think about it.

"Of course, ma'am." The young lady curtsies before walking away, her movements almost mechanical. You shake yourself after a few seconds of watching after her, pulling back into your room.

One hour. Plenty of time to shower and get ready to eat.

After retrieving a change of clothes from the dresser, you return to the bathroom, finally turning on the water. The warm liquid flowing over you feels nice, washing away all of the ickiness of spending days driving. By the time you're finished, you feel rejuvenated and re-energized.

Humming to yourself, you take your time getting changed.