It was early, much earlier than Claire would normally wake up on her day off, but she hadn’t been able to sleep. The letter she’d received had been cryptic and it had become the only thing she could think about, in part because it seemed like the beginning of one of those really awful horror movies. A great-uncle she’d never heard of had died, which wasn’t really that strange as she had loads of family she’d never met before, leaving behind a dilapidated hotel that she had apparently inherited, and that was the part she couldn’t understand. Why would someone she’d never met leave her anything in his will?
That was why Claire was stood at the train station, wiping sleep out of her eyes and waiting for the earliest train she’d been able to get. Either she was going to get to the address she’d been given to find that there was no hotel, dilapidated or otherwise, or that it was some sort of trick that an evil entity was playing on her. She shook her head. Watching too many bad horror films was obviously bad for her, because it was most likely that there was no hotel. In all honesty she didn’t really want to inherit a hotel, so finding nothing there would be the best option, especially as she knew that selling it would be almost impossible if it was in bad condition.
Sighing, Claire glanced at her watch again. Time, in the way it always did at stupid o’clock in the morning, was slowing down on her. She pulled her coat tighter around herself, looked longingly at the still closed coffee shop, and wondered why she was letting her curiosity get the better of her, especially when she could still be comfortably asleep in her bed. No one was going to leave an unknown great-niece a hotel, even if it was dilapidated.
When the train finally turned up Claire got on it, even though she had doubts that she was doing the right thing. There was a small part of her that couldn’t let go of the possibility that her day was going to turn into a horror movie. She stared out of the window and tried not to think too much about what she was doing. If she didn’t go she knew she’d always regret not taking the chance that maybe she had really inherited a hotel, but at the same time she couldn’t help thinking she’d regret going to find out if it did exist.
Tapping her fingers on the rubber sill Claire wished she was calm enough to read the book she’d put in her bag. Instead she watched the world pass her by as she got closer to her destination, each station bringing her another step closer to knowing if the hotel existed. None of the worries she had faded away as she’d hoped they would, but they didn’t get any worse either, and by the time she got to her station she almost felt ready for whatever was going to come next.
Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.
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