The Hotel is old, boutique… bohemian. Only the daring walk through her quirky halls. Legends tell of doors swinging on hinges, and rooms dropping to freezing within moments. Shadows stalk and disappear within a blink of an eye. Some say a panther lurks during the night and whispers float from under the beds. And whatever you do, never open the closet — the anti-Santa waits to feast on children —.
“Don’t forget witches dad.”
“You don’t believe?”
“I’m twelve, not five.”
“Good, there’s a New Year’s Eve party being held in the lobby. You’ll have a room all to yourself. There’s no internet.”
Welcome to The Nightmare Hotel.