Forest Dweller
You grab the human hand, fighting off your nausea, and turn, causing the flesh of it to come off in your hand. You blink, looking at the flesh in terror- but realize it is not there. It is only a door handle. An ordinary door handle. The number on the door reads 666. You turn it and go in.
"I will be at the desk if you need anything, sir." The man says, smiling unnaturally. He then turns and begins to walk down the stairs, then trips and lays motionless on the steps. He is lifted up by the other hotel guests without a second thought, and as his eyes open again he continues his descent like nothing has happened. You shut the door behind you and lock it, gasping hard. What kind of hotel is this?!
Well, the room looks normal enough. At least that's what your knowledge that you have gained recently tells you- it is a normal hotel room. No blood stains on the walls, nothing. You feel yourself growing sleepy. The bed looks so cozy... hearts line the walls, how bad could one little nap be?
"I will be at the desk if you need anything, sir." The man says, smiling unnaturally. He then turns and begins to walk down the stairs, then trips and lays motionless on the steps. He is lifted up by the other hotel guests without a second thought, and as his eyes open again he continues his descent like nothing has happened. You shut the door behind you and lock it, gasping hard. What kind of hotel is this?!
Well, the room looks normal enough. At least that's what your knowledge that you have gained recently tells you- it is a normal hotel room. No blood stains on the walls, nothing. You feel yourself growing sleepy. The bed looks so cozy... hearts line the walls, how bad could one little nap be?