Bayville horror hotel

Innledning
On a chilly and foggy afternoon, in the quaint village of Bayville nestled in the north of England, the sun was nowhere to be seen, and the streetlights illuminated the misty streets.

The thick fog obstructed visibility, making it difficult to see beyond a few feet. Sinister figures loomed in the dark crevices between the streetlights, and the eerie sound of howling echoed from the nearby mountains.

As I passed through the area, these ominous figures locked their gaze on me. Despite my efforts to avert my eyes, their gaze remained fixed on me, unrelenting.

Utdrag
The Bayville hotel loomed large on the mountaintop, its dark and eerie appearance accentuated by the howling wind. However, I couldn't help but wonder if its ominous facade would be transformed by the warmth of the sun.

Perhaps in daylight, the castle-like structure would look less foreboding. With this in mind, I decided to reserve judgment for the time being.

As I entered the hotel, the behavior of the servants struck me as peculiar. They stood in silence, like inanimate objects. Exhausted from my journey, I quickly retired to my room and fell asleep, forgetting to tip the piccolo and leaving my belongings unpacked.

The next morning, the sky remained shrouded in dark clouds, casting an eerie gloom over everything. Desiring sustenance, I ventured to the hotel restaurant, where a table adorned with gleaming silverware and various dishes awaited me.

However, the table was set for three, yet no other guests were to be seen. Had they not yet awoken, or had they perhaps departed during the night? I searched for signs of other vehicles, but only my own car was present in the garage, with only one key missing from the reception shelf.

My confusion mounted when I returned to the table and found that only my plate was clean, while the others were dirty. My unease grew as I scoured the empty halls and rooms for any explanation, any sign of life. But the hotel remained utterly silent, devoid of any occupants.