Had a dream two days ago about a blog that wrote a whole bunch of horror stories at a particular setting, and I had to write a summary for it lest I forget because it sounds cool. "In a hotel with nine floors, musty yellow wallpapers and a seemingly immortal staff, many folks who somehow find their ways there have their lives changed...."
This is Ronnie, the manager of said hotel, who I came up with and designed that day over breakfast. He's my ugly ass immortal boy. He hates humans because we're like a bunch of mischievous cats that keep pushing glasses of water off the table to him.
Oh yeah, I'm calling this concept "The Mirage Hotel."
MAY 28/2024 UPDATE: At least, that's what I was calling it, until found out there was a real hotel with that name, so I have since renamed this concept (and the fictional hotel itself) "The Alius-Mirage Hotel." I get to call her "The AM" now. Which is funnier to me than you realize.
