You go on a trip to a National Park. Stay at a historic hotel and have a great time. You go again, this time with friends, stay at the same hotel and again have a great time. You go a third time, same hotel, by yourself this time but it is raining.
You decide to take a nap since you are tired from the drive and figure the storm will pass. You wake up a few hours later and it still raining and you see streaks of lighting and hear thunder in the distance.
You stay for a day, figuring it has to stop soon. It doesn’t, and you don’t feel like staying if the weather keeps going on like this, the second say passes. The storm rages outside and it looks like it’s going to flood on the third day. You go to talk to a clerk about canceling your stay; no one is at the front desk.
Figuring they are busy, you head towards the dining area, figure you should grab something to eat before leaving, no one is there. Concerned and little peeved that no one is there at the time when lunch should be served. You wander the first floor looking for an employee or manager to talk to.
You check the sweet shop, the gift shop, the small general store, you go upstairs to the baths and massage parlor; no one is there. You don’t even see any other guests you check every floor and find no one. Looking outside the storm is still raging and the thunder sounds closer than before, lightning is flashing by even faster than previously.
You run to the front doors to leave this place, bag and car keys in hand, you feel like you can’t stay here a second longer. You open the doors, and see a water fall. Looking down, a black abyss awaits you, thunder crashes again, this time with voices in it. “Welcome, welcome to the land of nightmares. May your stay be a hahaha…………pleasant one.”
You faint, when you wake, it really was a nightmare.
Brisgard