I confess I was disconcerted, thrown off my self-satisfied smuggery and, I'll write it, kinda nervously entered the elevator. By the time the doors opened onto the sixth floor my unease had only increased and I came to realize that there is nothing more terrifying than an empty hotel hallway at 2 in the morning. I was startled by my own fear. The flat lighting, the silence, the gaudy carpeting littered with eaten-off room service plates outside of doors all, as I walked to my room, signified a menace as palpable as it was inexplicable…
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