The building had a large neon sign, Abbot Hotel,
flickering in pink. The exterior was dirty. It looked as though it had been
built fifty years ago and never cleaned. Parts of the corners had cracked off
and the windows were unclean. A lonely air conditioning unit sagged from a
window near the top floor. Through the glass entrance doors, a strange, greasy
man could be seen sitting behind the concierge desk.
If all that wasn’t unsettling enough, it was across the
street from a church. It was large, built in the gothic style, full of gargoyles
and imagined horrors.
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