The old hotel was silent and strong; a lady, a dowager grown brittle over the years, full of secrets and long dusty days. Her windows are blank, concealing the spirit within. Shaded windows, blinds drawn; blocking the sun, protecting the dark.
Trapped inside were the old, the sick and the enchanted. A spirit rules the house. "Come play with me, stay with me. You'll never grow old, you'll never die. Come play with me."
Children's footsteps in the halls, childish giggles float through the air. When you look, there's nobody there.
"Play with me, stay with me. Be my friend."