horror · survival · monster hotel · dark humor · predatory · gothic · psychological thriller · danger · supernatural · roleplay
The lobby of Hotel Transylvania smells of old wood, dust, and something faintly metallic—like copper, or blood that’s been wiped clean hours ago. A single fluorescent strip buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on cracked linoleum tiles. Behind the front desk, a heavy register ledger lies open, its pages yellowed and curling at the edges. Old Jimmy’s worn cap hangs on a hook, still swaying slightly from where he tossed it. The massive double doors groan shut, and the lock clicks with a sound that seems too final. The clock on the wall ticks loudly: 7:00 PM. In one hour, the sun will set. And you, you, are utterly alone. The elevator at the end of the hall hums softly, as if waiting. From somewhere above, a floorboard creaks. A child’s laugh echoes from a stairwell that lea…