Friday, 8 November 2013

'The Horror' - No adjective challenge


The rain flooded earth in choruses, the footsteps of a figure trudged across puddles simultaneously to the claps of thunder. Lightning flashed again and again revealing his appearance with each stroke of light. For a long time, the person stooped, staring up to the monument that was a hotel as he ignored the chill in the air.  This was a natural chill which comforted, not that unnatural chill that prowled from inside the windows of the establishment. The look of the site raised every hair on his body and made the skin prickle in dismay and coldness. The sky cried out thunder through the heavens shaking everything abruptly. His hands rose, catching it’s teardrops for a while.  Failing to ease him and distract him from the cold that slithered down into his core making him feel numb, he went against his discomfort of the hotel and strode towards it, sleeping somewhere cold didn’t appeal to him. Suddenly, despite his first thoughts, the double doors blew open by the push of his palms and a breeze whirled in, bringing with it the smell of decaying things that had once clung to the furniture.  The stranger slipped into the darkened hotel, his hair stuck up in every direction from the wind tossing it about.  The man doddered his way into the lobby and collapsed in a chair near the fireplace where no sign of kindle rested. Realising his rashness, he struggled out of the chair and aimed himself somewhat erratically for the front desk. The sounds of thunder and lightning faded away as he descended further into the building. The main hall was rather old-fashioned in appearance and disused air filled his lungs. The hotel had an empty feeling to it, the air stale with undefined kitchen odours that lurked nearby. There was dust in the corners, and a spider web drooped from the ceiling. Stains lingered on the curtains and other fabrics. He carefully inspected the desk, the walls and the floor, but I heard no voices, nor footsteps.  Other than a discolouration of papers and wood, there was no sign anywhere suggesting people had been there for some time.  It was the lack of human presence that caught his attention.  Curious, he materialised from his investigation behind the desk and he went out into the open part of the room to peer over the railing by the staircase to the hallways above.  Regardless of whether the aromas or scenery plunged a sense of fear or disgust in his stomach he creped on up the staircases of the hotel towards its lodgings that reeked of abandonment.

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