Peril!”
screamed the headline as the story went on to explain that strange and awful things had happened in the last week to two of Aberfintry’s tradesmen, who had recently turned down work at Hotel Grimm.
Experienced electrician Willie Docherty, remains in hospital after connecting a doorbell to the streetlamp grid. “It happened within minutes of me posting Granville Grimm a note to say I wasn’t interested in rewiring his freaky hotel,” said Willie from his hospital bed. Meanwhile painter and decorator Scott McAndrew, in the bed next to Willie, has just survived being crushed under eighty rolls of wallpaper, which avalanched out of his van. “I was asked to quote a price for decorating that dump and I told them I wasn’t interested,” said Scott. “I went round to the back of the van and the next thing I knew I was buried under half a ton of paper. That place is pure evil.”
Based on the two mens’ stories,
The Chronicle
had reached its own conclusion.
Woe betide the next person to turn down a request to do something there. All you can hope for is that your line of business is not what they need next, up at Hotel Death.
Rory reckoned if he turned down the appointment then he might as well put in a call to the hospital now to tell the nurses to start turning down the sheets and fluffing up the pillows on the bed next to Willie and Scott, in preparation for his arrival. Just as the wording in the letter suggested, there was really no choice for him.
Rory knew that there were numerous other stories attached to the hotel in the past, and he decided to hunt around the house for some back issues of
The Chronicle
so that he could check them out. He wanted to remind himself of the detail, even though part of him dreaded doing so. Checking with his Mum she waved a vague hand and told him that the old newspapers were all in the kitchen. Unfortunately, it turned out that this was because everything that had once been a newspaper in the house had been used for a papier mâché project of Momo’s, and anything that might have given him a useful insight into some of the hotel’s recent deeds, had been pulped, shaped, dried and painted and was now hanging in a selection of randomly shaped objects on the pulley. The only copy of
The Chronicle
he could find was an ancient one that his Dad’s wellies sat on in the shed. Peering between the muddy stains, he managed to make out a story of a Council meeting that Granville Grimm left in “a foul mood, unhappy about the attitude of councillors to his views on the town’s mural”. The next day, lightning had struck the Council building resulting in a fire in the room where the meeting had been held.
The Chronicle
concluded that Hotel Grimm’s owner appeared to have unnatural powers and was prepared to use them in unpleasant ways.
Try as he might to think of a way of avoiding the appointment hehad been given, Rory couldn’t come up with one. The thought of what might befall him if he did, seemed to always get in the way. As the inevitability of having to go to Hotel Grimm sank in, something else dawned on Rory.
“It’s a punishment!” he said out loud. “Just because I never gave that girl any credit.”
Trying to remain positive, he reckoned that he could at least get ready for the meeting about rebranding Hotel Grimm; his best hope being to go there and politely decline their invitation.
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The first stage of Rory’s preparations involved undertaking some background research and he turned to his computer to see what the Internet could offer. He soon found that there was disappointingly little about Hotel Grimm. It was almost as though the search engines refused to handle the name or produce any results. The main reference he did track down was on a website that listed all of the known cable cars in the world. It