The taste of blood awoke me and the dank, dark room resumed its grey exterior. "They look not like the inhabitants of the earth but yet are on it." It speaks! As I lay there clutching my swollen head I glared at the once mute girl. "Infected be the air where on they ride and damn all those that trust them." Her voice is a high descant singing out her riddles. Clearing my throat I managed to speak even with the agony and blood trickling down my face. "How long have I been out?" Scratching her nails into the floorboards she looked up in amazement as if I was the only human being to ever have talked to her. "Frightful the screams which leapt her mouth.! You fell upon the floor like a pile of tumble weeds, muddled in pain and anguish . Four days now since you first slept." My attention quickly shifted to the door, where I could here the creaking of uneven foot steps. "Violet! Violet!" A tray of what looked like clumpy porridge flew in the door and the sound of the key turning in lock was all that was left. Sprinting to the door I hammered my fists against the hardened wood, sobbing loudly I dropped to floor. "She is not what she seems, she is not the one you thought you knew. No she is graceful, magnificent in fact but malicious and as soon as she's ready she'll make you not know who you are either."
My hotel Hilton has suddenly turned to the haunted house of horrors. Who will save me now?