Location: Home / / The Black Cat, by Luenaldrimme

I can still remember the event that happened many many moons ago. I was still a young wolfen then, exploring this strange yet wonderful world of Aardwolf. Wearing only the thin armors graciously given by Mota and taken from the lower mobs I have killed, I learned the absolutely essential survival and combat skills.

It was a cloudy dusk when I traveled towards southeastern Midgaard. I came upon this quiet Elm Street which looked deserted; the sides were unkempt and trashes rolled all over blown by chilly wind. A lightning flashed when I noticed the ominous building towards the north. The nearly falling off sign swinging and creaking against the swishing of winds told the name of the building: Hotel Orlando.

Going through the old double doors, I went into the hotel, or what used to be a hotel. It was murky and dusty inside. A strange feeling ran all over me as I glanced around the room. Suddenly, a skeletal hand appeared from behind the marble counter. Surprised, I pulled my axe and swung it across the hand. It broke and the skeleton, losing its hand, jumped over the counter attacking me. It was a short fight. Bones crumbled and scattered over the floor as I noticed a ring of keys among the bones. I took it and continued my exploration.

In the next room north, I was greeted by a large staircase. Again I was surprised. This time, something appeared from beneath the staircase and it was a black cat. Only its eyes were clear, reflecting the weak ambient light. The cat meowed softly and turned towards the staircase. It glanced back at me before stepping lightly going up the stairs. The cat wanted me to follow, I thought. So I did.

On the second floor, curiosity made me opened the rooms using the keys I had found earlier. For the first time, I saw ghosts or ghostly creatures. They were gliding quietly in the rooms. I was glad they did not heed me. Then, I heard the cat's meow from above. The air around me grew colder as I climbed the stairs.

The third floor of the hotel turned out to be an attic. It was messier and dustier than the floors below. I saw the black cat again. It was climbing a shelf, heading towards an open hatch at the ceiling. I jumped and climbed through the hatch.

Horror stroke me when I reached the roof of the hotel. Several bodies laid on the mossy tiles. The black cat sat on one of the bodies and stared at me. Suddenly, it hissed and croaking sounds surrounded me. I fumbled my axe and tried to swing around but it was too late. I was bludgeoned by at least half-a-dozen bird-like creatures with sharp beaks. Lying motionless on the damp mossy floor gasping for my last breath and trying to forget about the pain, I kept repeating over and over "Never follow a black cat in the ghost hotel..."