#the vanishing hotel

[beyondthebizarre]

The Vanishing Hotel Room

Happy Freaky Friday, my fellow Bizarres!

Today I want to share a favorite Urban Legend... the Vanishing Hotel Room. The urban legend follows that of a young girl whose mother goes missing while on vacation abroad... and it goes like this...

Our story takes place in the year 1889 in the country of France. A young Englishwoman and her mother are in the capital city, having traveled from India, stop at a hotel due to the mother's rapidly declining health. The hotel was experiencing a shortage in accommodations due to the Great Exposition occurring in the city but managed to get two separate rooms. The mother selected from 342, complete with luxurious plum-colored, velvet curtains and wallpaper adorned with roses. Once the mother gets to her room, she collapses on the bed. Naturally, this prompted the daughter to seek medical attention for her mother. A house doctor was called and spoke to the hotel manager (in French) and told the young woman that her mother was seriously ill and in need of medication. The caveat? The medication could only be found in the doctor's office on the other side of town... and the DAUGHTER would need to take the doctor's carriage to get the medicine.

Thinking nothing of it, the daughter took the note from the doctor to give to the doctor's wife to obtain the medication. What should have been a simple trip across town ended up being a four-hour chore. The carriage driver seemed to keep stirring the horses in circles, hassling through traffic, and the doctor's wife took forever to get the medicine to the daughter. Hours later, the very frustrated daughter returns back to the hotel and asked about her mother. The hotel workers and managers all looked at her blankly. The manager would next say something shocking... "I know nothing of your mother. You arrived here alone". The daughter, puzzled, appeals to the doctor who provides her with a similar response.

The daughter begins to grow frantic and rushes to the hotel registry, and she did not see her mother's familiar signature for Room 342... but that of a complete stranger. The young woman, adamant that her mother entered the hotel with her and it critically ill, insisted on seeing the room. Reluctantly, the hotel manager takes her to the room and there was no velvet, plum curtain, no rose-covered wallpaper... not even the baggage of her mother was present. Horrified, the daughter fled to the Paris British Embassy for help. She was met with great sympathy and, general disbelief, at the embassy. The daughter remained adamant that she checked into the hotel with her mother until she eventually went mad and spent the last of her days committed in a mental asylum.

What do y'all make of this Urban Legend?

Do you think there's any truth to it? And, if so, what do you think happened to the mother? If you're like me, you're probably suspecting conspiracy! I feel that the girl definitely checked in the hotel with her mother and her mother died while the daughter was out getting the medicine. The manager, frantic that the death could affect hotel business, they covered the death up by acting like the mother never existed!

I know it sounds crazy buuut.. the doctor spoke to the hotel manager first... in French, a language the daughter did not understand. The doctor could have been telling the manager that the mother was dying, prompting the manager to concoct the ruse. Secondly, this took place during the Victorian Era... a time where women were wrongfully criticized as hysterical just by showing simple emotion. I know, I know.. it's a reach... but it does make sense... right?

[tickletails]

lee vox next?!?!?!!🤭🤭🤭🤭

Of course. He deserves it

[beebfreeb]

Hotel guests.

[shadebloopnik]

"There's something else here, I just know it!"

Charlie clutches at her hair, frustration dripping as she stares down the two men before her. The others stand by the bar behind her, waiting to see how this interaction goes down. Vaggie stands by her side, her rock amidst the chaos, because she's just about had it with the two. They've met for barely a week, and yet they acted like they hated each other for decades. Each interaction conveyed a message laced with a bitter venom she could not understand, and she's just SO TIRED of all the secrets, especially ones that threatened to wreck the hotel every few hours!

"So what is it?! Why do you two hate each other so much??? You act like you've known each other for centuries and Im DONE with being kept in the dark!"

Her horns protrude, flames flaring from her hair as she levels the two with a glare. The demonic form has her girlfriend clutching tighter at her arm, and her friends backing up behind the bar.

The objects of her current irritation deflated a bit at her anger, though not without sneaking hate filled gazes at the other.

"Its nothing, Charl-"

"NO.", her voice reverberated across the walls. "Dad, I would normally not interfere with anyone's past, but not if that past hurts the hotel, hurts my people. Angel could have gotten so much more than a broken leg if I didn't step in."

Said spider flinches imperceptibly at the mention of his name. Even when he wasn't the one being scolded, Charlie could be terrifying when she wanted to be.

"You two have a past. What. Is. It."

Lucifer, for the first time since this started, visibly lost his composure, seeming at a lost for words.

"I- we.. W-we were-"

"Lovers..."

Silence, as everyone turned their gazes to the Radio Demon.

They...had to have misheard? Right?

But Alastor continued, turning his head away, smile and eyes unreadable.

"We were lovers."

Lucifer winces ever so slightly at the past tense, hurt(and guilt?) filling his eyes, before an irritated huff breaks out of his lips.

"I already told you, I-"

"It doesn't matter."

"It DOES! If you would just let me-!"

"It was all in the past, it matters not anymore, nor will it ever matter again. Apologies for the undesirable behavior, dear Charlotte, i'll try to keep damages to a minimum for the foreseeable future."

"Wait, Alastor-!"

But Alastor had already melted to the shadows, the King's black tipped claws clutching at thin air where he'd stood. His hands shook, closing into a fist as he tried to even his breathing. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, dragging a hand down his face. Without another word, he too vanished in a swirl of red, leaving the residents of the hotel gaping at their absence.

Charlie- whose demon form long receded- stood processing what just happened. A hand made it way to her mouth, as she leaned into her girlfriend for support.

This...wasn't what she expected.

Its like she could start to see now; all the hurt buried behind each venomous gaze, all the regret laced with each bitter word. Something was broken, and they kept cutting themselves as they wielded each shard as its deadly weapon.

Oh hells, how was she supposed to fix this??

".......this is so worth getting my leg broken."

Husk turned a baleful, yet fond glare at the spider demon who chose to 'very subtly' break the silence that enveloped the room.

"What???? I live for the drama, sue me!"

[eemoo1o]

You know when you open up a true crime documentary and they immediately start showing a tumblr user creating their blog journal that some real fucked up shit’s gunna go down

[prxdk]

Elisa Lam was on Tumblr and I’m not over this piece of information.

[mpreg-ask-blog]

peggent

[serendipitous-posts]

I specifically headcanon as Husk as being fat whilst he was an Overlord. When he was at his peak he was happy and healthy and well fed. Like, Overlord Husk, to me, looked great. Shiny, glossy fur and well kept feathers and nice clothes and a full belly. He took immaculate goddamn care of himself. Alastor's deal wasn't the start of the spiral into neglect, as he grew more and more desperate to keep his power, but working under him definitely made him deteriorate more and quicker. Present day Husk has ragged fur and split feathers and never wears any shirts or shoes and drinks his life away. And, most importantly, is underweight.

[lolomidi]

Ngl I'm a bit confused as to why people think Vox beat Alastor back in the day and/or that their fight was what caused Alastor to go underground for seven years. I didn't get that vibe from their duel in Episode 2 at all.

Alastor seems to treat him as a mild amusement/annoyance more than anything (something supported by comments outside of the show), and this is the man with the most rancid streak of pettiness in the entire show besides Adam. If he'd lost against a rival then he would have taken that shit personally, but their whole dynamic hinges on Alastor not giving Vox the attention/respect he wants and Vox being obsessed in return.

I also think Vox would have brought up the fact that he beat the Radio Demon at the height of his power when he was slandering him if that was what happened, even if it was a dirty fight that, say, had the Vees ganging up on Alastor like some have suggested. That one line is ambiguous and that's probably on purpose, but I doubt Vox came out on top.

[alteredassistant]

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                                          𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕣

[the-girl-who-didnt-smile]

Alastor visits his mother.

[amischiefofmuses]

Alastor & Relationships || Headcanon

My iteration of Alastor is entirely Asexual, he has no interest in sex at all. However in regards to romance, well, that's a little trickier. Though he'd never use such labels, he is Demiromantic. He only begins initiating such things if he feels a connection, usually his invasions of someone's space will turn into more consistently lingering near them- or on them. Leg hooked over theirs while reclined, leaning against them while sat together, things of that nature. While he'd likely NEVER address someone as his partner and probably balk if someone regarded him as such, he can develop Queerplatonic bonds with people. At least as long as they remain unspoken. He doesn't like acknowledging attachment and is prone to sabotaging his own comfort with the person to prove to himself that he doesn't need such things, that he abhores them. It's best for partners leave it unacknowledged and enjoy that he actually trusts them- even if he'll never say it.

[ashorterurl]

I accept the answer that it was probably an accident while Elisa Lam had a psychotic episode, yadda yadda yadda, but they just glossed over the fact that the tank's lid was closed? like okay maybe she opened the tank and jumped in and then couldn't get out and drowned, but she couldn't have closed the lid herself. who the fuck closed the lid. literally no one cares

[dnangelic]

this is hilariously irresponsible of me rn but who wants an ask. genuinely feel like if I don’t do something even remotely ic I’ll die

[nyx-a-licious]

fall semester 2024 collection!

whole semester!

art class was out to kill me

Teacher saidraw something I cared about so nobody could stop me from drawing Joseph quinn nearly every week

And nearly every week I cared

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[citrusvortex]

I just found out Lily, one of the worst people on Social Media to exist likes Hazbin Hotel

My happiness has left me