I had dropped into the resort for a day or two planned relaxation break enroute from Seattle to San Francisco. It wasn’t a big deal—I just wanted to get some r and r.
I’d ended up getting Room 216. It would have been nice if anybody had told me that the room was cursed. Or what the curse was. After spending the night in Room 216, I was transferred to a new room. Specifically, to a room in a wing of the resort I’d been told was off limits. This wing was apparently a brothel, and I was the newest girl.
