UNholy Hotel

UNholy Hotel

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You’ve been warned before.

Never wander the woods alone after dark.

However, you’ve never been told why.

There’s an audible crunch with every step you take. The rustling of leaves crushed underfoot, the occasional snap of a twig, even the sound of your every breath was loud. Echoing through the expanse of the forest, melting into the darkness.

Every single sound you made was like a pin dropped in a completely empty room. A brief period of loudness, then nothing. You were surrounded by silence.

Silence so quiet that it was deafening.

Bracing yourself against a tree, you wince as its bark cuts into the flesh of your palm, carving out its ridges and groves into your very skin. You lean into the tree’s trunk, feeling your chest heave. Upwards, downwards. Exhaling a shaky breath, you stare into the distance.

Looking around at the gloom and doom of your surroundings. Caged in by the trees with garbled hands, towering over your feeble form. Darkness crept in whatever corners it could, blanketing you within its pitch-black embrace.

You’ve been lost for like, what, an hour? Wandering round and round, only to end up at the same tree again and again. You could have sworn the trees shifted around maliciously, trying to keep you trapped within their domain. Heaving a sigh, you push yourself back up onto your feet, reluctantly forcing yourself forward once more.

Only to see the briefest glimmer of light somewhere in between the trees. Flickering, ember flames waxing and waning right before your eyes. A fire. A torch.

People.

These thoughts rush through your mind immediately, garbled animalistic instincts craving salvation, begging for a place for you rest your weary bones. You make a beeline towards the light, breaking into a run towards the faint torch burning in the distance.

Only to come face to face with a grand old mansion. Crumbling apart, elaborate designs carved into its walls chipping and peeling apart, like something that’s rotten, abandoned for far too long. It stood tall within the woods, an imposing structure draped in shadow and dust.

Yet as dilapidated as the place was, there was light within. Peering through cracked windows, you could see somewhat of the interiors. Torches lined the walls, burning away with a certain ferocity. They must have just been lighted.

A crooked sign hung loosely from the top of the door, golden lettering faded from the ceaseless march of time. Squinting your eyes, you tried to make out the words.

“Hotel.”

The words in front of them had been torn out, deep gashes running through the sign itself. They looked as if a feral beast had gotten to it, ripping apart the sign with their claws.

Shivering uncontrollably, you stood at the door uncertainly, shifting your weight from one foot to another. Your hand grasping the doorknob cautiously, as gingerly as you could.

A suspicious hotel, or a night in the woods?

As odd as the hotel appeared, anything’s better than a night on cold, wet grass. Gritting your teeth, you twisted the knob. Pushing open the door slowly, taking your first step within the hotel…

And promptly getting a strong blow on the back of your head, knocking you unconscious.

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You awake.

Your surroundings remain unfamiliar. Pushing yourself up slowly, you feel a dull throbbing sensation at the back of your head. As if someone… hit you there.

A creak echos through the room. A startling sound that has you jolting upwards, shoulders tensed. A door before you is opened slowly. Revealing a masked stranger who enters your room tentatively.

A feather cloak is draped over his shoulders. A bunch of keys jingle on his waist, screeching out with every step he takes. A queer sort of mask rests on his face, almost like a bird’s beak. He holds something within his hands.

A uniform.

“Ah, hello my Ḑ̶͇͚̤̣̤̪̠̯͎̹̪̍̀͛̋̄̂̊̍͠ȁ̵̧̙̯̺̮̌̑́̊̿̃͒͒͋̓̐̂̔͜͠r̴̢̛͉͓̠̜̫̱͔̭̺̭̦̬͓͆͗ļ̷̛͍̯͉̾̂͌̀̿̒̈́̚i̷̢̢̢͈̦̘͖͓͔̣̝̰̜̰̫̤̤̓͊̌̀́̀͐͊̽̿͋́̇̿̕͘n̵̡̢͙̣̪̼̻̉̽̎̋͋͗̂̌͌̿͋͠g̸̡͚͈̮̬̙̦̪̳̲̭̈́̉́̾͛̌̇̉̈͌̀͘̚͝͠͠l.

You’re finally awake. It’s time for your shift.

Hm? What shift?

Did you forget a̶̢̞̝̭̺͙̬̳̠͍̖͕̪̟̦̒̋͠ͅg̷̨̢͇̜̱͎͉̪̖̗̗͈̈́͜à̵̼͑̅̽͂̇͌̾̄͗̆̑͘͝î̴̢̡̙͔͔̥̙̇̃̉̎͠ǹ̷̪̰͚͓̀͗̀̈̒̀͗̒̍̀̈́̑?

No matter. Your instructions are always the same, no matter what.

Ensure the happiness of all our guests.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Get to work, my Ḑ̶͇͚̤̣̤̪̠̯͎̹̪̍̀͛̋̄̂̊̍͠ȁ̵̧̙̯̺̮̌̑́̊̿̃͒͒͋̓̐̂̔͜͠r̴̢̛͉͓̠̜̫̱͔̭̺̭̦̬͓͆͗ļ̷̛͍̯͉̾̂͌̀̿̒̈́̚i̷̢̢̢͈̦̘͖͓͔̣̝̰̜̰̫̤̤̓͊̌̀́̀͐͊̽̿͋́̇̿̕͘n̵̡̢͙̣̪̼̻̉̽̎̋͋͗̂̌͌̿͋͠g.”

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Welcome to UNholy Hotel, where those who lurk in the shadows gather. Flickering in and out of existence like a mirage, this hotel is only accessible to those who are… well, not fully mortal.

Only on the darkest night, where the moon hides its silvery glow, will the doors then open for guests to enter. Normally, the UNholy hotel remains invisible for the mortals of the world. Although occasionally, humans wander in by accident… yet that rarely happens.

You must be one unlucky fool, hm?

Have heart, for there’s little distinction between bravery and foolhardiness. If you manage to escape the hotel within the night, you leave alive. If you can’t… well, nobody really knows what happens.

By the light of daybreak, the UNholy Hotel will disappear, as if it never existed in the first place.

Wiping you from existence.

Rules for this event:

Roam the UNholy Hotel in order to find a way to escape.

Befriend its occupants and fulfil their wishes… who knows, you might find an ally or two within these cold, stone walls.

You may venture anywhere within the hotel listed below:

1. Main Lobby

2. Reception

3. Grand Staircase

3. Hotel Rooms (including your own)

4. Kitchen

5.Laundry Room

6. Library

7. Ballroom

8. Basement

9. Dining Hall

In your request, please type out your location, and the action you would like to take there. As well as who you would like to meet…

For example:

“I’m going to my room and trying to open the windows. Perhaps there’s a way to slip out from them. I’ll like to encounter Ruggie.”

Be as specific as you want. This helps with crafting the escape attempt… I mean the story.

Either one intrigues you more.

Please specify if you’ll like the scenario to be yandere, or a relatively normal encounter. This is a Horror AU after all, so expect some gore and inhuman elements.

To Participate:

Please reblog this post and a fic I have written before sending in your request.

As per usual, I reserve the right to turn down anyone’s request if I don’t comfortable writing it.

My usual rules apply. Check them out here!

Escape Attempts:

Music Box (Vil x reader)♦️

Where souls gather (Riddle x reader)🔷

A Wonderful Meal (Rook x reader)♦️

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Hello,

I am Tamer Al-Deeb, a Palestinian dentist from Gaza.

[Picture of Tamer before the war in his clinic]

I have hesitated and delayed for a long time to write these words and create an account on GoFundMe, but the need has become very urgent due to what I see of death approaching myself and my family.

To begin our story, it is important to introduce my family, who are the core of my existence and the source of my strength during these turbulent times:

We are a family of four suffering for over 9 months from a brutal war that spares neither humans nor stones.

Mother: The Heart of Our Home

My mother embodies generosity and kindness as a devoted homemaker, always prioritizing her family's well-being. Her unwavering love remains our sanctuary amidst the chaos.

Father: The Pillar of Strength

My father, Majed, a dedicated professor, faced the destruction of the university he served. Despite this, his commitment to education and society remains unshaken.

Brother: A Beacon of Healing

My brother, Mohammad, a compassionate doctor, confronts the challenges of healthcare amidst dwindling supplies and occupation brutality, showcasing remarkable dedication to healing.

Tamer: A Dream Deferred

As for myself, Tamer, I was on the verge of a new beginning, with aspirations to further my career in Germany. I had saved thousands of dollars for the mandatory block account to support my stay abroad. However, the conflict has not only shattered my professional dreams but also consumed what didn't burn of my savings, compelling me to fight for my family's survival amidst the escalating costs of basic human necessities.

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[Picture of the family before the war]

I have lost the lives of my dearest friends, neighbors, and much of what I loved.

We have lost our home with all its dreams and memories. A five-floor house completely leveled to the ground!!

[Pictures of the destroyed house]

I lost my clinic, my only source of livelihood.

[picture of the clinic]

My neighborhood .

[picture of the destroyed neighborhood]

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Since the beginning of the war, we were forced to flee our home in the north of the Gaza Strip to the supposed safe area in the south. But unfortunately, this was just the beginning. We have been displaced four times in the same southern area, fleeing from death always surrounding us.

Initially, we fled to a school belonging to the UNRWA in the Nuseirat camp until we were forced to move to another area, and the Maghazi camp was the intended destination. Then a UNRWA school, where we were residing in a tent inside, was targeted, killing 7 civilians. We were forced to flee again to a tent in Rafah, but the scarcity of clean water and the spread of epidemics and diseases forced us to flee again to a UNRWA school in the Deir Al-Balah area until now.

UNRWA has been providing refuge to hundreds of displaced families for the past six months at schools that have become vital community hubs, offering shelter to thousands of individuals trapped in the southern region.

Women and children sleep inside classrooms, and the men sleep outside in tents set up in the courtyard. Rainstorms recently have flooded our tents, and it's very difficult to take care of our basic needs.

[Pictures of Tamer after the war in the UNRWA school and his tent]

I am currently volunteering at Al-Aqsa Hospital, assisting in the maxillofacial surgery department. However, a sense of helplessness and despair often overwhelms me. It's hard to put into words the horrors and injuries I witness daily. Surrounded by the shroud of death and the cries of the wounded, I feel powerless. "I want to save you, I want you to live," I often think, "I will do everything in my power to make it happen!" Sadly, many times, they become part of the countless casualties from my homeland. The shortages in food, water, and medical supplies are dire, to the extent that we sometimes perform surgeries without anesthesia. The suffering is unimaginable.

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Now we hope to escape death, we hope for the end of the war, we hope to leave the Gaza Strip, and we hope to live a decent life away from bombing, occupation, and destruction.

It has been 9 months of hell and horror. This genocide has been too long to bear, and our mental health and lives are in constant danger. (I can’t describe enough what I have been dealing with daily in the hospitals for the past days. We have reached a point where there is no hope left for us here in Gaza, where we are unfortunately just waiting for our turn to die, and even if there is a ceasefire, the destruction in Gaza is beyond prompt repair

Evacuation fees are expensive, especially now that I have no source of income. Once we can evacuate, your donations will cover our travel expenses and help us get immediate support in Egypt. There will be meal expenses, wardrobe expenses, emergency expenses, etc., but no generous contribution will go to waste.

To cross the “Rafah” Gaza-Egypt Borders, you need to have your name listed in the Crossing List (paid permit), and coordinators in Egypt who have the power to add my family’s names to the list at the border are now asking for anywhere from $6-8,000 per PERSON! They will not add the names until we can prove we have the money ready.

I ask for your help because this is not just my battle alone, but a battle in which we seek your helping hand to survive and preserve our families. Any donation, big or small, will have a huge impact on the lives of my family and me. I am grateful to everyone who donates, and I will remain grateful forever for giving hope and opportunity to me and my family to survive and build a better future.

Thank you for reading my story. For sharing my story with your friends and family. I hope, there is a ceasefire, and we can get the rest and safety we deserve to build our lives all over again. ❤️

Tamer Al-Deeb

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