An
Invitation
I got an invitation to a stag night out to a hotel in the country.
It was for the two of us but my wife could not go, so she said, "You go".
"Okay ", I said.
The name of the hotel which was called
The Old Cottage Inn was on the invitation. It was a weekend stay. The phone
rang, I said "Hello". It was Tam. He said, "There will be a bus
on Friday night at six pm at the west end". It was a long drive to get there.
It was about eight thirty when we got to the hotel.
At
Old Cottage Inn Hotel it looked like an old castle and the front door was
so big, it had two archway windows. We got to our rooms and settled in. The porter
said, "Dinner will be served at nine pm down in the big hall". While
I was looking out the window I saw another bus arriving.
We went to the big hall where the dinner
was served. I was amazed at the size of the hall. It was huge and ancient but
difficult to describe. The manager was in the hall; he was so tall and had an
evil look in his eyes. When I asked him how old the hotel was he told me it was
fifteen hundred years old. He said, "The party is about to start".
At the bar I was talking to Tam. The
party was in swing and the music was great. It was getting late and everybody
was enjoying themselves. I was still at the bar. I looked around but there were
no staff in the hall. The clock struck twelve and the music stopped and the lights
went off. In the darkness the door swung open with a loud bang and everybody was
running and screaming and crying.
