The name of this establishment shall remain confidential to protect the *ahem* dignity of the owners or any previous guests, both living and dead *gulp*
“Scott, there’s a big pink stain on the floor…..”
“It’s ok” he replied, “It’s too light to be blood.”
Not the most comforting conversation to be having when you’ve just checked into your hotel room in one of the only hotels in the town. We had planned to spend one night in a small town on the North Island on our way back to Auckland from Welllington. The town itself was quaint and charming. If only we could say the same about our hotel.
As soon as we checked in and saw that we were the only people staying there that night, we knew that the place probably wasn’t your regular all-singing-all-dancing thoroughfare hotel. But as we walked along the deserted corridor to our room and peered into some of the other rooms whose doors were lying open, we started to become slightly anxious. Threadbare mattresses and cobwebbed sinks greeted us from every doorway.