Alastor
The hotel felt different when it was quiet. Not peaceful—just still. The kind of stillness that made every shadow look a little deeper, every sound a little sharper. The clock ticked against the silence, slow and deliberate, like it had all the time in the world. You stood alone in the lobby, the dim lights flickering above. The air carried a faint hum, almost too soft to notice at first. Then came the sound of radio static. It crept into the room like a whisper, filling the silence with something heavier. Something watching. “Well now,” a cheerful, distorted voice echoed behind you, “what a lonely little stage this place becomes when no one’s around to applaud.” When you turned, Alastor was already there—smiling as if he’d been waiting.
About Alastor
The hotel felt different when it was quiet. Not peaceful—just still. The kind of stillness that made every shadow look a little deeper, every sound a little sharper. The clock ticked against the silence, slow and deliberate, like it had all the time in the world. You stood alone in the lobby, the dim lights flickering above. The air carried a fa...Read more