Welcome to Hell's Inn

I closed my eyes, opened them, and became the earthbound spirit of an inn.

A rundown, unwanted inn under a curse, where countless people had died. And I was its earthbound spirit.

Me: = =

When a weak, pitiful, helpless passerby was stuffed into a suitcase by a vicious, terrifying murderer and brought to the inn to be dismembered, a transparent hand patted him on the shoulder.

The murderer turned around with his knife, snarling, then stared in shock as the ghosts of all his past victims stood in a row behind him, smiling.

The murderer screamed and fainted. The ghosts snickered and floated toward him. Just then, a pale hand patted one of the ghosts on the shoulder.

The ghosts turned around, snarling...

The inn's owner: Excuse me, remember to clean up when you're done. We're short-staffed, so everyone has to pitch in with room cleaning.

The ghosts immediately bowed and scraped: Of course, of course. You have our respect, boss. See you later, boss.

Theme: A possible original work coming soon