Open! Monday
Sadie couldn't help but gape as the Uber drove her up to the mansions front circle. She knew that it was a mansion, she'd seen it on TV, but still. In person it was very impressive. Like that hotel in The Shining or something. Hopefully with fewer dead children and elevators of blood.
Unfortunately, she'd opted to come here in October, not knowing that this month meant that either of those things (and much, much more) could easily happen.
She'd gotten checked in, had the paperwork in hand along with her key and room number, and was carrying a duffle over each shoulder (she'd turned down the offer for help). As she turned the corner to her hall though, she noticed something...odd? A old man with his back to her, in a suit it looked like. She knew the Residents wing was co-ed, but for some reason it hadn't occurred to her that geriatrics might be around. Whatever, not her problem. She got to her room and glanced over -- the man hadn't moved. She frowned some, and opened the door, dropping one of the bags in instantly and rolling her shoulder a bit. One final glance to the old man, which she was glad that she took, as he had suddenly turned and was running at her. His face, it was all fucked up and twisted and there was some kind of a groaning scream coming from him. She grabbed her remaining duffle with both hands and swung it as hard as she could to knock his old ass against the wall, but...then he wasn't there anymore. A teleporter? Fucking creepy.
All she knew was he'd better not try and teleport into her room..