It was an old, rusted, and tarnished Chevrolet from '58, which was next to the tall, dark and mysterious facility on 11 Wilson Avenue. The building stood right next to the Palms Hotel, where Magdalene Winters had been staying for at least 6 weeks, since she had no residential household, as she had been permanently evicted from her Sunnyside Place apartment due to her not maintaining mortgage. She quietly moved to the hotel supervisor, Ms. Alison Red, to voice out a complaint which she had about the continuous loud sounds which she heard every night from the neighboring facility…the mysterious building on 11 Wilson Avenue.
She had been hearing all sorts of noises, from the building next to her, which had been causing throbbing pain to her curved ears. Magdalene was very, very striking, with soft golden-blonde hair that caught the light effortlessly, blue and bright eyes that seemed almost luminous, and a natural kind of beauty that drew attention without even trying. As she walked up the stairs of the third floor, to Ms. Red's prestigious office, she felt a lingering presence around her. She felt as if something had been following her, and this was not the only time. Ever since she first came to reside in the hotel, she had been feeling as if a persistent presence had been following her. "Is it a ghost?", she always thought to herself. She felt that the hotel was strange, and that the incidents that took place in it were too. Before she'd come to the hotel, she heard on a bus going to the hotel that strange incidents took place there, almost as if there was a plague in the area because two females had already died inside the hotel, which's killers were never found but are often suspected by locals to have been living in the mysterious building. Since she had heard that two weeks before, she had always been restless at night.
Some people inside the hotel thought that she had been hallucinating when she heard suspicious noises, claiming that she had lost her mind. Once she had arrived at Ms. Red's office, she elaborated all of this to her. While elaborating this to Ms. Red, Magdalene was stunned and gob smacked by the perfection of Ms. Red's office. It looked completely modern, although the hotel looked terrible on the outside. She was in disbelief.
The strange thing, though, is that when Magdalene told Ms. Red about this matter, she did not seem surprised at all. Poor Magdalene was in no control of how the hotel operated, so she had to obey to whatever Ms. Red said which was
that she should've went to lay her head down and rest on it because she may have been really hallucinating. "Mag, I…I do not think that you might fully comprehend the fact that an astoundingly large number of residents have been complaining that you are actually frightening them with your lies," Ms. Red said, "and if this incident ever occurs again, you and I will be a long story cut short." Magdalene could not make heads or tails of what Ms. Red said, she was utterly perplexed.
It was then where she realized that nothing she could do or say at the time would ever convince Miss Red that she was not making false statements and that she was doing nothing and entirely nothing but speaking the truth.
Magdalene then exited the office, and unfortunately, tripped over a staircase and down she rolled over the staircase, later feeling nothing but absolute pain in every single nerve of her body. She slowly and miserably sobbed, being reminded that there was no rest for the weary. She then picked herself up. Once she woke up, she felt that lingering presence again and this time, she failed to resist the urge and shouted, "Reveal yourself, whoever you are and wherever you are!" Nothing came out and she later went to her room to sleep over the troubles of her negative day.
Once she entered her room, she broke down. It was reasonable for her to do so because she had recently lost an apartment that she had occupied space in for years, she lost her beloved husband and daughter in a car accident, her job, and most sad of all, she felt unsafe in this place. She reflected on her life, and she broke down even more. For her, her stay there was not satisfying. She decided that she would leave to her parent's house in Middleton the next morning. She started packing her clothes and accessory right away. She took out her cellphone from her deep pocket and called her mother, whom she told she missed after years of not seeing each other and that she would be coming to visit her and her father the following day. Rachel, her mother, was happy that her first born daughter would be giving her and her husband a visit, although she did not know the reason for that.