Hotel Night Magic

Short Story. Flash Fiction. Photo Prompt. Fiction. Paranormal. Horror.

Hotel Night Magic – Open 24 Hours

She had been driving for five hours straight, without a single break. But she was tired now. Maybe she should call it a night and look for a hotel. After half an hour, she came across a big lighted sign which read

Hotel Night Magic

Open 24 hours

After a few turns, she came to a square in a small town. She saw the hotel. The lights were on. She breathed a sigh of relief. As she was about to enter the glass door of the hotel, someone grabbed her hand. Lily jumped with fright. It was an old beggar.

“Don’t go inside. It’s a crazy place.”

Lily took a close look at the shabbily dressed woman. She was reeking of cheap alcohol.

“Leave me alone.” Lily tried to free her hand of the beggar’s clutch.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The next moment she disappeared in the darkness of the nearby alley.

Shaking her head, Lily stepped inside into the brightly lit reception area of the hotel. There was no one at the front desk. She pressed the bell. After what seemed like an eternity, a man in his early fifties appeared.

“Hello Mam. I am Ranjan. How can I help you?”

“I want a room for one night.”

“Sure mam.” Lily paid in cash.

“Is your luggage in the car mam.”

“No. It was a day trip that got extended.” She lied.

“This is your room key, mam. 333, third floor, third room on the right. We don’t have an elevator. The staircase is to your left.”

The bed was comfortable but sleep still eluded her. She couldn’t get the image of her drunk husband running after her with the copper statue ready to hit her out of her mind. Luckily, she escaped. Slowly the exhaustion took over and Lily drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

A couple of hours later, Lily woke up to very loud music. It was as if huge drums were beating mercilessly.

What is this madness in the middle of the night! She got up to dial the reception but saw there was no intercom. Putting on the clothes, she went down. But, the concierge wasn’t there. She went to his quarter and knocked at the door. But, no one answered. She opened the door. The room was empty.

She went to the first floor and banged on the bedroom doors. She went to the second floor and knocked on the doors. She got no reply. She opened the rooms one by one. Each one of them was unlived in.

She was the only person in this hotel.

The realisation dawned on her. She was scared. She ran down the stairs and out of the hotel. She knocked on the houses beside the square. There was no one.

Hysterical she sat in her car and started driving. She turned right, but a few minutes later, she realised she had come upon the same square before the hotel. She must have taken the wrong turn. This time she took a left. But again she came to the hotel.

What was happening? Was there a way out of this damn place?

Someone knocked at the window. She woke up with a startled cry. The beggar from the previous night was peering through the window.

This woman will be the cause of my death. She thought.

The bright morning sun blinded her. The square was bustling with activity. Magpies were chirping. Children were going to school. People were headed towards work.

Getting out of the car, she asked the woman, “What did you tell me last night?”

The woman looked confused. “Me? I have never met you before. Are you drunk?”

Fat calling me drunk. Lily cursed silently.

She looked at the hotel. She had to find out. The concierge was standing at the front desk.

“Hello Mam. I am Ranjan. How can I help you?” He didn’t recognize her.

“I am a guest here. My room is 333.”

“That’s impossible, mam. We have only two floors. There is no room 333.” The concierge smiled.

“Are you pulling my leg? Yesterday night I slept in that room. I can show you.”

They went up the stairs and came to the third floor. But he was right, there was no third floor. Only a big terrace. Lily was speechless.

Was she hallucinating? Did she dream it all?

Lily raced down the stairs as fast as her legs could take her. Starting her car, she zoomed off the cursed square. Within minutes she reached the national highway. She vowed to never drive in the night again.

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I am participating in the Write Tribe Festival of Words – June 2018

Write Tribe Festival, Short Fiction, Flash fiction

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About Anshu Bhojnagarwala

Fiction Addict. Agatha Christie Fan.
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41 Responses to Hotel Night Magic

  1. Meena says:

    Oh god! That went eerie so fast! Hope she escaped from her crazy husband too

  2. Suzy says:

    That was strange but you had me hanging onto every word. Did she switch dimensions? You should add a part 2 to this story.

    • No, Suzy she didn’t switch dimensions. The hotel is called night magic. In the night, it is haunted or gains a facade, while during the day it operates like a normal hotel.

  3. syncwithdeep says:

    Wow anshu.. This story is something like incredible tales. Creepy and interesting throughout the end. I would really wish u continue this story after the challenge and make it another ebook. Seems, you have fared brilliant in your new genre. Congrats for completing the feat.😃

    • Thank you so much Deepa! I can always bank on you to come up with encouraging words for my writing. 🙂 ❤ I want to write such creepy tales, I enjoyed writing this one. Let's see, I will come with some more in the future that can go in a book. 🙂

  4. nessville says:

    Wow. What a surreal experience for Lily. Thank goodness she got away. A haunting, beautifully written tale.

  5. Akshata Ram says:

    thank god she was alive.. thought she would not make it.. loved the fast paced story

  6. 🙂 🙂 Another brilliant story Anshu.

  7. Aesha says:

    What a story!!! Anshu, what a story. You had me at the edge of the seat. Awesome.

  8. Oh no !!! once again …
    I am always so excited Anshu to read your takes on the prompts.
    Another brilliant one.
    The best thing about your stories is somehow the character escapes the doom… I am glad about the fact 🙂

  9. That was super creepy. You can develop this into a longer story. It has huge potential. Very good attempt.

  10. Wonderfully written, as always. You are a master storyteller, Anshu. Very gripping story. So creepy, I got goosebumps.

  11. Rashmi says:

    Oh this was soo eerie! Night Magic indeed! But loved the way you created the atmosphere! Also, for a but there, our minds went into similar circles Anshu. Do check out my post for today if you get the time, and you will know what I am saying 🙂

  12. vidhiduggal says:

    Oh my God! That was scary! I was wondering what she might be going through. She will never be able to forget it in her life.

  13. Such a scary story, not for the faint hearted like me Anshu 🙂 Hooked me till the end and I’m happy she managed to escape safely.

  14. Geethica says:

    Hey Anshu, I love this. I have grown up reading such suspicious stories and after so many years I have come across such story again. I went back to my school and times.

  15. Anagha Yatin says:

    Such an eerie, gripping and intriguing tale. I cringed when the old beggar knocked on the glass window of the car, Anshu! Brilliant spooky tale!

    • Thank you Anagha! As soon as I saw this prompt, I knew what I had to write. Am glad it has come out nicely! 🙂 Where is your story, been twice to your blog already, couldn’t find it!

  16. Oh my goodness. This was scary as hell. Glad she ended up safe though.

  17. BellyBytes says:

    You spooked me with this one and I was relieved Lily got away.

  18. Ashwini CN says:

    Very gripping plot and nicely written. I was hooked to every word, just like the others. I wasn’t quite sure what happened in between but read the comments and got it clarified.

    Keep writing more!

  19. RUCHI NASA says:

    Interesting premise. You run away from a drunk husband to land up in a crazy hotel room which does not exist. I would be scared to death. Good she drove away as fast as she could.

  20. Papa says:

    Goosebumps

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