There are strange places, places where one never feels truly alone. I don't explain it, but some places are impregnated with something
unspeakable, of weighty. The Hunter Hotel is undoubtedly one. In other words, we don't feel good there.
Despite having visited the old hotel in the company of D-Kryptage
Urbain & Kaptage, I have traveled the maze of corridors and rooms mostly alone. Although...
Still in its original condition, the Hunter Hotel is closed for an eternity now. The wing the most "recent" was closed there twenty years, while the older rooms are condemned forty years ago. Fortunately for him, the hotel is closely guarded, that preserves it from excessive degradation and vandalism.
Typical of the region, the hotel with its highly decorated pieces allow an escape from the strange atmosphere that emanates
centuries-old walls. But each time, a detail reminds the quirkiness of the place : why have systematically put in each room
a crucifix or other religious object ? The large reception room even takes chapel air with its giant cross.
What has happened here ? What secret keeps the dusty inn ? It's better perhaps not to know...
The hotel reception.
The festival of devotional objects begins from the outset.
The restaurant.
Forward to exploring the corridors.
We start with the oldest wing, closed for forty years.
But first, I make sure I'm not followed.
Everything is OK at the moment...
Several doors are securely locked.
Why ?
In this staircase, at each pass as a choking sensation...
The darkness seems to have engulfed the older rooms.
Let's go to the other wing.
The newest wing is built on four levels.
A chair.
Notice that it's in the corner. I'll come back later...
Up, down, up, down... There is a lift but it is off for ages.
A room of the new complex.
Have you ever counted the number of crosses and others ?
The hell stairs.
Explanation later.
We regain consciousness.
We aren't in The Shining and there is no room #237.
The new rooms are a decent level of comfort.
They are all equipped with a bathroom, even if common sanitation remain on each floor.
On the top floor.
Here, the ground level seems to have disappeared...
Apart from a few traces of moisture, no damage is reported.
Old school !
Just after leaving the hall of the rooms, the feeling of not being alone resurfaces.
The window seems to be watching me with a ferocious air.
I lean to check... Nobody... The chair ! Instead of being in the corner, she approached the radiator !
Remember, my companions are at the other end of the hotel, far from me... WFT ?
The large reception room...
... almost.
The pool table is there to remind us that we aren't in a chapel.
Although...
Once the red curtains drawn, the atmosphere changes completely.
Here again, I'll not dwell !
We finish this visit with the meeting room of the most unhealthy far.
Here, the chair that panics camera equipped with facial recognition.
An old musical robot.
This looks like an ivory tabernacle.
No discussion, this room isn't "OK".
Otherwise, it was a long visit from a great place.
Now, I'm off to the exorcist !
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