As I walked into the lobby of the Hermetian Heritage Hotel, I had to agree with Rosemary; the place was a bit creepy, especially since the lobby seemed abandoned. I spun slowly as I moved through the lobby, taking the place in, and then leaned back against the empty front desk. It was all very Art Nouveau, a lot more elegant than quaint, and a large grandfather clock let out a single resounding dong. It somehow accentuated the stillness of it all, giving it an even more unsettling vibe. As even the clock’s intonation abandoned the vacant space, I felt a shiver run through me.