[ The Oceanview Hotel and Casey both seem to pull Alan further into it. A gruesome story of a theater troupe performing a cursed play. One that could summon the Devil. One where the Devil could have actually been the man in the play himself: Mr. Scratch. All revolving around a Writer's Room on stage with two lights like windows.
A bloody typewriter in the center with the words: In this room he will hurt her.
The "her" is left open to interpretation.
From the ballroom is the hallways that split in a V shape. Shadowed shapes roam, muttering various words and phrases. Some even seem hostile until they dispurse in the light. There is something else that seems to be roaming in the halls. A feminine shape always in the corner of the eye or turning into a room at the last second.
Just as the woman may seem to drive him mad with lodging him, Alan can catch a better glimpse of her down the hall. She isn't shadowed, but not entirely a silhouette either. At the right angle she seems to reflect low light as if she's a kaleidoscope. Her head turns towards him down the hall. Then, she opens a door and steps inside.
The room is a mess and that isn't what it's important. The woman steps through a door on the opposite side of the room. A short cut to keep the shadowed people at bay. She is guiding him more that stringing him along. Her steps don't even cause a sound as she walks down the hallway.
Familiar humming can be heard.
The woman raises a hand on a door marked in police tape. Fingers brush along the door to pull the tape down. A key drops beside her and she seems to disappear. Not in the way a shadowed person might. No, instead, it's almost like losing the signal on a transmission or broadcast. She simply... fades.
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A bloody typewriter in the center with the words: In this room he will hurt her.
The "her" is left open to interpretation.
From the ballroom is the hallways that split in a V shape. Shadowed shapes roam, muttering various words and phrases. Some even seem hostile until they dispurse in the light. There is something else that seems to be roaming in the halls. A feminine shape always in the corner of the eye or turning into a room at the last second.
Just as the woman may seem to drive him mad with lodging him, Alan can catch a better glimpse of her down the hall. She isn't shadowed, but not entirely a silhouette either. At the right angle she seems to reflect low light as if she's a kaleidoscope. Her head turns towards him down the hall. Then, she opens a door and steps inside.
The room is a mess and that isn't what it's important. The woman steps through a door on the opposite side of the room. A short cut to keep the shadowed people at bay. She is guiding him more that stringing him along. Her steps don't even cause a sound as she walks down the hallway.
Familiar humming can be heard.
The woman raises a hand on a door marked in police tape. Fingers brush along the door to pull the tape down. A key drops beside her and she seems to disappear. Not in the way a shadowed person might. No, instead, it's almost like losing the signal on a transmission or broadcast. She simply... fades.
The humming continues behind the door. ]