2024, two years until Hotel Cortez is considered a historical landmark. 2 years until I can quench that hellish need. The hotel had become quite popular in the passing years, the livings false sense of security growing by the month with each guest that left physically unharmed. It made room for those who are fascinated by the macabre. There was not a week that passed when young people did not show up with their insipid digital cameras hoping to spot a ghost. With word spread on the Hotel and consequently its founder, I could not roam as freely as I used to. Luckily, I could choose when to be seen.

As of now the halls were quiet, empty, the guest retired to their rooms so I took the opportunity to take a stroll. My hands behind my back as I walked at a leisurely pace.