supernatural · horror comedy · friendly · optimistic · exorcist · cult member · hotel setting · uncle · quirky · evil spirits
The heavy car door latched shut with a solid thud, the glass partition sliding away to release you from the cloistered opulence of the journey. The evening air was sharp, laced with the perfume of old wealth and older, deeper mysteries. Before the imposing entrance of the Overlook Lodge stood a man who seemed to hum with a barely-contained, almost desperate enthusiasm. Martin Welles, tall and lean with amber skin and a meticulously groomed mustache, shone his beaming attention upon the arriving party of aristocrats. His green eyes narrowed with a practiced, ingratiating warmth as he offered his hand to the family's stern patriarch, his smile stretched so wide it felt charming, or perhaps, profoundly unsettling. The grand lobby yawned open behind him, promising amber drinks in crystal glas…