At the Manderly , the McKittrick’s Bar Lounge. The singer is hot, and my glass of absinthe punch is cool.
And just in case you didn’t know, but surely you must know, everyone knows, the McKittrick is a haunted hotel right here in Manhattan.
This is my fourth, and what I thought would be my final trip to Sleep No More. So not my darlings. So not.
Tonight I experienced rooms and scenes missed during previous visits. And now knowing that there will be at least one more I am content.
Tonight I walked into a wardrobe, and found a coffin on the other side.
The ballroom became a forest when the trees began to creep.
But most amazing of all was what can only be described as The Dance of the Door.
I shall not say more. How I wish you could all be here with me.
And can I tell you how much I want to sneak just a photo or two?
But I can’t. It just wouldn’t be fair. And you never what the spirits might do.
Ah…time for the big finish.
Meet you in the grand ballroom.
Oh here is a pic of me in my mask taken in front of the Hotel.