Hotel Abaddon [FAST]

He should have run. But the rain was getting worse, and the vacancy sign was the only light for miles.

Leo turned the key.

Upstairs, the hallway stretched longer than the building’s exterior allowed. Doors breathed — soft, rhythmic, like lungs. From Room 607, a child’s voice whispered through the keyhole: “Don’t open the closet. He’s not dead. He’s just waiting.” hotel abaddon

“Almost full,” she hummed.