Our hotel was once a magnet for talented flamboyant high-flyers, but that all changed on that one night in the fall of 1982, the night Grandpa George knocked on the door. Weird things happened, inexplicable things even. Guests fled head over heels and in a blind panic they left their belongings behind. The suitcases piled up and the rooms remained empty.
They say that objects preserve memories best. You know that feeling when you've lost something and are afraid of losing memories? You're in luck because we found your suitcase. Come and get your suitcase quickly so that your memories do not fade.