Pendlewater Hotel, like most older buildings, is full of little secrets. Unlike most older buildings none of the secrets are linked to pleasant or amusing anecdotes nor are they to do with celebrities staying the night with unnamed lovers and other such trivial things.
We'll start at the lobby with its famous red, black and white chequered floor. It used to be just black and white until a rather brutal gunfight broke out amongst three political factions at an electoral debate. The only ones to survive were a handful of staff who'd scurried off to the servant's passages as soon as the first weapon was drawn.
Pendlewater is ever such a remote place and by the time the authorities arrived the summer heat had all but baked most of the bodies and fused them with the tiles. It was cheaper to shuffle the blood-stains into the overall pattern but as a result it has a delightfully unique appearance.
Moving on from there we find ourselves at the grand staircase which the staff have dubbed the 'heart' of the Hotel for the way it seems to pulse with every step you take. That and the architect entombed both his young family and himself as his final living act. He was a genius and traditionalist to the last and their souls watch over us all.
Fun fact - and by 'fun' I mean 'morbidly inclined' - there are no less than eight rooms on the first floor alone wherein someone has passed away. The second and third floors follow much the same routine, similar deaths occurring in what could almost be a pattern, until one reaches the attic that doesn't show up on the blueprints and is Never To be Discussed Lest They Hear You.
Enjoy your stay!
We'll start at the lobby with its famous red, black and white chequered floor. It used to be just black and white until a rather brutal gunfight broke out amongst three political factions at an electoral debate. The only ones to survive were a handful of staff who'd scurried off to the servant's passages as soon as the first weapon was drawn.
Pendlewater is ever such a remote place and by the time the authorities arrived the summer heat had all but baked most of the bodies and fused them with the tiles. It was cheaper to shuffle the blood-stains into the overall pattern but as a result it has a delightfully unique appearance.
Moving on from there we find ourselves at the grand staircase which the staff have dubbed the 'heart' of the Hotel for the way it seems to pulse with every step you take. That and the architect entombed both his young family and himself as his final living act. He was a genius and traditionalist to the last and their souls watch over us all.
Fun fact - and by 'fun' I mean 'morbidly inclined' - there are no less than eight rooms on the first floor alone wherein someone has passed away. The second and third floors follow much the same routine, similar deaths occurring in what could almost be a pattern, until one reaches the attic that doesn't show up on the blueprints and is Never To be Discussed Lest They Hear You.
Enjoy your stay!
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