But the real kicker was the staff. They seemed... different. Their smiles seemed to hide secrets, their eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. When I tried to ask about the, uh, "unique" experience I was having, they just laughed and told me I was "just experiencing the hotel's character."
The Abaddon Hotel serves as a critique of the commercialization of fear. the abaddon hotel
On Halloween night 1982, the hotel was reopened as a haunted attraction. During the event, a fire broke out, and a mass killing occurred. Fifteen people were found dead, their bodies arranged in bizarre, ritualistic poses. But the real kicker was the staff
The room itself was... functional, I suppose. The bed creaked and groaned like a tortured animal, but I managed to get some rest. That was, until the hallucinations started. At first, I thought it was just the lingering effects of a long day's travel, but as the night wore on, the visions grew more vivid. I saw shadowy figures flitting around the edges of my vision, heard whispers in a language I couldn't quite decipher. Their smiles seemed to hide secrets, their eyes