@apollyodon | @flameandindifference asked: Creaaaaaak What is it with old wood doors and having noisy hinges? Several doors back at the manor were like that, making his nightly escapades all the more difficult with their racket. But this was not the manor... though it looked large enough to be one. The young boy-- perhaps nine or ten in age from the look of him -- peers around before entering the building.
"...." He does not speak. No no, he's too busy looking at what he can see from the doors. Strange... this place felt... off.
Katherine was walking back into the main hall, feather duster in hand as she tried, and failed, to keep the ghostly webs out of sight. How did they even become ghosts to begin with? Not something she would ask about so soon, there was too much weird already.
She then noticed the little boy at the entrance of the Hotel.
— Esther, were you expecting someone from your class? — She asked throught the walkie talkie. When she recieved a negative answer she approached the boy. — Hey there, are you lost?
