They may have knocked down the old hotel but all the guests are still there. Maybe there was something about the scenic hillside, something in the spring water or even something in the bricks and mortar of their former residence that kept them locked in place. Nobody can say for sure - nobody hangs around long enough to find out.
After dark the hillside belongs to the wandering dead and though the hotel may be gone, they still remember how it used to be. They carry on their lives as though nothing had ever happened. Not one of them references their brutal demise, their blatant murder or agonizingly slow suicide.
Take, for example, the former Duchess of Broad Ledencliff who can be seen where the eighth floor used to be (about twenty-four meters or so in the air), her ballgown and intestines trailing behind her on an unseen floor. By the time her body was found, that baby blue dress of hers was soaked red and the woman who did it had already caught the train to the other side of the country.
She may be the most known and the most visible but she isn't always there. Daisy is. Daisy was a scullery maid and the cause of the hotel's original closure. A lifetime of ungrateful patrons, too much work and too little of everything else took their toll and she took the lives of over thirty people by poisoning the soup. They say she died with a smile on her face - her ghost certainly looks the calmest.
Of course wherever Daisy goes, Mac follows. He's harder to see, barely a wisp of shadow beside her yet he still manages to hold his favourite knife. Mac's as close as the hotel gets to a true poltergeist but he only has eyes for Daisy. See, he was the only one who realised it was her who'd done the poisoning (according to four separate seances) and he has no intention of forgiving her.
Sadly he moves just a fraction too slowly to ever catch up to her.
Sadly this is the happiest that Daisy has ever been.
Sadder still, the Duchess paces her old rooms waiting for the very lover who murdered her to return.
After dark the hillside belongs to the wandering dead and though the hotel may be gone, they still remember how it used to be. They carry on their lives as though nothing had ever happened. Not one of them references their brutal demise, their blatant murder or agonizingly slow suicide.
Take, for example, the former Duchess of Broad Ledencliff who can be seen where the eighth floor used to be (about twenty-four meters or so in the air), her ballgown and intestines trailing behind her on an unseen floor. By the time her body was found, that baby blue dress of hers was soaked red and the woman who did it had already caught the train to the other side of the country.
She may be the most known and the most visible but she isn't always there. Daisy is. Daisy was a scullery maid and the cause of the hotel's original closure. A lifetime of ungrateful patrons, too much work and too little of everything else took their toll and she took the lives of over thirty people by poisoning the soup. They say she died with a smile on her face - her ghost certainly looks the calmest.
Of course wherever Daisy goes, Mac follows. He's harder to see, barely a wisp of shadow beside her yet he still manages to hold his favourite knife. Mac's as close as the hotel gets to a true poltergeist but he only has eyes for Daisy. See, he was the only one who realised it was her who'd done the poisoning (according to four separate seances) and he has no intention of forgiving her.
Sadly he moves just a fraction too slowly to ever catch up to her.
Sadly this is the happiest that Daisy has ever been.
Sadder still, the Duchess paces her old rooms waiting for the very lover who murdered her to return.
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