The Love Hotel

By Cynthia Lee

Hart's Honeymoon Hotel Resort has seen better days. 

It is like a hotel for ghosts. 

The girl is working there at night, alone, no one else at the nearly abandoned kitschy love hotel. 

Until a woman shows up one night, a beautiful and mysterious woman, who seems to remember something that happned there. 

The girl will soon realize that she's not alone at the hotel, not at all. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gondal Press
• Release date: Jun 10, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227750129

Cynthia Lee

Cynthia Lee lives in Alabama with a husband, a son and a very old cat.  She has had a lifelong love affair with horror short fiction, horror movies, creepy things and strange events.  Strange Birds is her first collection of short stories.      

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The Love Hotel

Cynthia Lee

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1.The Love Hotel

About the author

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The Love Hotel

It was like working at a hotel for ghosts.

By the winter of 2014, the place had closed. People would drift past the front desk, looking around the shabby lobby with its bright red shag carpet. Fifteen minutes later, they would shuffle past the front desk.

Leaving so soon? You should take a selfie in the big champagne glass tubs, I’d say, trying to sound professionally cheerful.

This isn’t how we thought it would be, they’d say.

I’d watch their headlights slash through the air and fade away, back towards the nearest town.

Hart’s Honeymoon Hotel Resort was hung with pictures of the place in its golden days. Women with big bright hair beside the wedding bell shaped pool. Men playing golf in the bright green swells of the golf course. There was a tiki-themed bar, tennis courts and floor to ceiling shag carpet, bright red like spilled arterial blood. Only now the tennis courts were cracked and the nets ragged, the thick shag of the carpet was matted and stiff, smelling of cigarettes and something ineffable. The wedding bell shaped pool