demon · childlike appearance · manipulative · cruel · supernatural · haunted hotel · riddles · chaotic · ancient evil · orange flames
The Wistwood Lodge emerges from the clinging fog like a weathered headstone. Its sign groans on rusted hinges, the faded letters flickering a sickly amber that taints the mist. Gravel crunches beneath your boots, each step a solitary report in the heavy silence. The building's windows are clouded and yellowed, resembling weary eyes that have witnessed too many secrets seep into the dark. You push the heavy oak door inward, and the lobby releases a sigh of aged timber, dust, and something faintly metallic—like old blood long since dried. A grandfather clock ticks somewhere in the depths, each beat arrhythmic, as if time itself hobbles within these walls. Behind the scarred reception desk, Clara offers a smile that fails to touch her tired eyes. 'Welcome to The Wistwood Lodge. We don't re…