Kinsey Hotel

I walked up the stairs to the sixth floor of the European-style building called "Jin Sai Building" and walked along the patio to find No. 611. Just as I walked around three times with a frown on my face and still couldn't see No. 611, I accidentally saw an old man walking out of a green door that looked like a state-owned hotel in the last century. I looked up again and saw the big red words "611" written on the door. I was afraid that the door would disappear, so I rushed up and grabbed the door handle, which scared the old man. After a closer look, I found that the so-called "old man" was actually a child wearing a tall hat and wearing clothes similar to those of the southwestern ethnic minorities. But the child's face was whiter than the full moon last night, as if he had just crawled out of a pile of flour.

Under the gaze of the child, I pushed open the door of Room 611. It was pitch black inside. I paused for a moment, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, and found a huge spiral staircase in front of me. I groped my way up the handrail, and when I turned a corner, I saw children of different skin colors sitting on the steps with the faint light coming from nowhere. They were not noisy, but just sat there quietly, staring at me with their bright black eyes. I felt a chill down my spine, but I still went upstairs with my head held high—because I seemed to see a small door open in front of me, which should be the front desk. Thinking of this, I carefully walked through the gap between the children. Just as I was secretly complaining in my heart that they didn't know how to make way, I suddenly heard a faint voice: "Leave."

I was stunned, but for some reason I felt curious and reckless, and thought that since I was already at the front desk, I might as well go and see what was going on.

The decoration of the front desk is also European style, with a row of crystal chandeliers emitting soft light yellow and a flesh-pink marble counter, but it is more simple than other corners of the building. Behind the counter stood a lean middle-aged man with a goatee. He looked at me for a moment, without saying anything, but quietly said something that overturned my experience of staying in a hotel in this life: "Now you have to pay 1,000 yuan for burning paper money."

I thought I had misheard and asked, "One thousand yuan in cash? Can I pay via WeChat?" He frowned and repeated, "One thousand yuan for burning paper money." I felt puzzled. Although today was the 16th day of the seventh lunar month, even if the hotel wanted to burn paper money for the festival, it should not ask guests to pay, not to mention that the Ghost Festival had already passed. I said, "I didn't say I had to burn paper money when I booked the room. I don't have the money." The man showed an intriguing expression, lowered his head and operated it for a while, then handed me the room card. After he handed me the room card, he muttered something like "You really don't know the rules." I was about to turn around and ask him "What are you talking about", but I found that there was no one behind the counter.

At this time, a man who was even more burly than the previous man came over and took his place. He took me to the elevator and swiped the card to open the elevator. This was an extremely wide elevator shaft, larger than all the elevator shafts I had ever seen in my life combined. There were countless rusty shower heads hanging from the ceiling of the elevator shaft. Those shower heads were densely packed and arranged in rows, giving a chilling sense of architecture. Then, he pressed the button for the third floor. We arrived at the third floor, and when the elevator door opened, we saw Room 310.

This corridor looked more like a hospital corridor than a hotel corridor. The walls were painted beige, which was very different from the European style downstairs. After we opened the door, the man did not come in. He just said, "I'll take you here, have a good rest." Then he left.

I entered the room and locked the door. It was then that I began to notice that this was an extremely spacious space. There was only a bed placed in the middle of one wall, which made the ground seem extremely empty. I looked at the other wall and found a small door on it. The door seemed to be open. Through the door, I could faintly hear someone talking. I put down my luggage and walked towards the door with curiosity. As soon as I approached, I felt a biting cold wind blowing from the door.

I continued to move forward against the wind, and when my eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, I finally saw the scene behind the door. It was a larger space, dimly lit, and surrounded by an orange light. Although it was a warm color, it made people feel cold. At this moment, I noticed that there was a human figure standing in the orange space. At that moment, I couldn't be sure if it was a person, because its outline was very different from that of a human. The thing slowly floated towards me. Yes, I was sure it was floating over, not walking over.

It gradually approached, my heart began to beat wildly, and I felt a strong sense of threat. I couldn't help but say, "I don't know who you are. I'm just staying here for one night. I'm sorry for the inconvenience." The man stopped. I saw his face clearly - it was a mask with a ghost face. A strange smile appeared on the ghost face, and he continued to approach me. I hurriedly turned around and wanted to escape back to the door, but I found that countless blurry figures were approaching silently from all sides like ghosts in the dark, as if they were going to swallow me up.

I screamed in fear and said, "Stop disturbing me, stop disturbing me." I ran to the door quickly. Suddenly, I felt a force pulling me from behind. I turned around in horror and saw the old man-like child in white. He had a creepy smile on his face and whispered, "You've come in and you can't get out anymore."

Despair seized my heart. I struggled desperately, and suddenly I heard the children whispering in unison: "Welcome to the Hell Hotel." The shadows around me surged instantly, like a huge net surrounding me. Just when I was about to be swallowed, I realized that this was not an ordinary hotel at all, but a portal to hell.

It was pitch black all around, without any light. I only felt my body being pulled into the depths of darkness by a strong suction force, surrounded by endless coldness and gloom. The last thing I saw was the child's strange smile, which turned into a shadow that would never dissipate in the endless darkness.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself standing in the lobby of the hotel. It was quiet all around, as if nothing had happened. I held the room card tightly in my hand, and my heart was still beating so fast that it seemed to jump out of my chest. I immediately rushed out of the hotel door and found myself standing on a deserted street. Behind me, the European-style building looked particularly deserted in the morning light. Looking at the room card in my hand, I suddenly felt that it was like a piece of cold iron, which made me shudder. Looking back at the door of the hotel, it had been closed silently, as if waiting for the next unfortunate visitor...