Grotesque Hotel

“The only frightful detail aspect of the hotel is the repellent uncleanliness of the bathroom in the rooms.”

Such a convincing yet vague description of the highly-rated “Grand Hotel”. Not much came to my mind. I just chose to go.

As I arrived, my first impressions were moderately well; the outside of the hotel was shining bright with snow-white walls and a gold-coloured revolving door. I stepped onto the carpet which greeted me with its vermillion hue. A light, fragrant scent filled my nose with comfort. I looked to my left and saw the hotel receptionist busily checking in rich-looking guests, so I sat down on the settee, waiting for my turn.

Before settling my positive thoughts about the hotel, I gazed around. Not long after, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a glimpse of a silky, shiny texture in the corners of the lobby. Cobwebs. Not even my cheap house had cobwebs. I chose to ignore it until I felt a gooey, wet object on the side of the settee. I wiggled my fingers which slightly stuck to the mysterious object. When I pulled my hand back up, a foul scent filled the area; a mouldy, hideous piece of old chewing gum was stuck to my fingers. I was filled with disgust. How outrageous! How could the ratings be so high even though a flaw is already in the main lobby! Every half-second which passed by, a few chills were sent down my body, like touching an electrified wire. I had never felt so sickened before.

I made my way to the receptionist with reluctant stomps, a faint sense of clean humanity returning at the sight of her neat desk. But it was short-seen. As I turned toward my room and glanced back, I caught the grotesque sight— towels and papers rammed into the closet behind her, a disaster barely hidden. “Such a pity that the only hope I had was drained away”, I thought as I continued down the corridor, pondering about my choice.