The little boy walked down a street, laptop tightly embraced against his chest, his little, chestnut eyes looking at the ostentatious hotel he had right in front of his eyes.
“W… Whoa…” Chihiro whispered, truly amazed by the building’s greatness. Even if it was located in a town where apparently there was nobody, it’s door had a sign on the entrance, OPEN written in it. He had to admit he was tired — he had been walking around the town looking for a place where he could rest, and as it seemed, he had just found one. Therefore, he opened the door.
And then, something unbelievable happened.
Some odd force pulled Chihiro inside the hotel, as if invisible hands wanted him to enter. The boy left out a little whimper, and when he realised he was in the lobby. A sonorous laughter sounded all over the place.
“Welcome to Hotel 666. Enjoy your stay, for eternity.”
Chihiro felt tears on his eyes as he tried to open the door, but every effort was useless. It was locked, as he was trapped in there. Enjoy your stay for eternity? The very mere idea of thinking he was going to stay in a hotel forever made him shiver, laptop almost falling from his arms.
As he turned, he saw a reception desk where a man of middle age was writing in a notebook. He didn’t even look at the boy — he just reached out his arm, offering Chihiro a key. The key to his room, he guessed. Probably he was right.
With tiny, trembling hands, Chihiro took the key and looked at the elevator next to the reception desk. Room B4. He didn’t want to stay there, he absolutely didn’t want to. But there was no choice, or so it seemed. Walking slowly to the elevator, the boy pulled the button and entered inside, selecting the fourth floor.
And so, he burst into tears.
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