Desolation Row (open)

[ALLIE JANE RIVERSONG]

Her eyes lit up with delight as she surveyed the looming broken building, how could something so scary looking lure teenagers to their deaths? She’d done a lot of research for this case and apparently five teenagers in the past two years had gone missing all the witness reports stated the teens had gone into the hotel. Apparently it was a popular rite of passage here for kids to go into the building and bring out an old room key, it was beyond her knowledge why they’d do that to themselves, but whatever was in there she was going take down. No one else would get hurt and no more families would lose a loved one.

The story of the hotel was a tragic one; in 1934 a maid had once fallen in love with a wealthy guest of the hotel. They’d spent two weeks in an illicit affair and the maid had found herself falling in love with the man; however he hadn’t returned her feelings and left her to rejoin his family. The poor maid was heartbroken and found herself lagging in her duties and falling into a deep depression. To make matters worse she soon discovered she was pregnant and bore a baby girl, the child would cry and cry all night to the mother that wouldn’t respond, one day the cries stopped and the maid and her baby were nowhere to be found. Two days later another maid found her hanging in a wardrobe and the baby nowhere in sight. A note was left in blood on the mirror but the maid had no wound upon her body, some would suggest it was her baby’s blood whom she had murdered before taking her own life.

She snuck round the back, the place was so deserted it was easy to sneak inside pushing open a window she crept silently light her flashlight as it guided her around the building. She took out the buildings blue prints as well as her gun, she wasn’t stupid. If something was here she’d have to be on her guard, she knew just like any other hunter how easy it was to mess up when you weren’t prepared. She traced a finger across the map, and smiled as it landed on her destination. She was looking for a room on the seventh floor; it was the room in which the ghost was supposed to have died in. Thanks to the maids suicide, the hotel had soon after fell into desolation, no one wanted to stay in a place which had something so scandalous tied to it. So it had shut down and everything had remained untouched since that day. The maid with no living relatives was buried with a blank headstone in the graveyard near the hotel.

If Allie could find some clue to where the maid had killed the kid maybe she’d be able to lay the spirit to rest. After all it was pointless burning her bones if she was still restless, it just didn’t work like that.
Her steps where silent among the decaying floorboards, she stepped lightly. The last thing she needed was to fall through them. Tip toeing she made her way to the foyer of the hotel flashing her light around the room, the place was scary enough without a ghost to add to the aura. Ripped curtains and broken furniture littered the place and a newspaper dating back from 30’s laid peacefully on the decrepit table that sat lonely amongst the carnage. She sighed as she stepped up to the desk, as she snagged every key to the seventh floor. The legend hadn’t really given a room number so if she took them all she couldn’t go wrong could she? She sighed again, as she pocketed the keys, she tensed however quickly as a scuffling noise ran across the room. She took out her gun, and in her other tightened hand a small bag of salt was waiting just ready to be thrown.
“Come on then.” She ordered “If your here, be the big person and show yourself!” she said determinedly.