Horror Hotel, I Can Accept Their Commission

There was the sound of a ball flapping upstairs, bright red liquid dripping from time to time on the clothes floating on the balcony, and there seemed to be the sound of chains rubbing. A vague call came to my ears, familiar yet unfamiliar. "That seems to be my name?" The hotel owner in front of me was gentle and he handed me a room card. "Welcome to the Ghost Hotel." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.