I checked into my hotel just minutes before midnight, dead tired after several hours of San Francisco-ian exploration. I got my card key and stepped into one of four elevators to go up to the sixth floor, and then stepped out into the hallway leading to my room.
It was quiet. It wasn't quiet in the way where it's a large hotel and everyone is sleeping because it's late. It was more solemn, more weighted down by the sheer age of the building creeping out in small hints despite a recent makeover, more insinuating of a lack of life. It felt deserted. There was probably close to a hundred rooms on this floor alone, and there wasn't a single sign of a fellow guest staying here. No muffled sounds of TV dialog, no hushed voices from behind closed doors, no opening and closing of doors to go get ice or go down to the lobby.
Heebie jeebies. I'll let you know tomorrow if I see any ghosts...
That's an awesome picture. Which hotel is this? Btw, Aimee's really jealous you're in SF.
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
ReplyDeleteIt's the Hotel Whitcomb, across from the Orpheum Theater on Market.