It's always midnight at the hotel. The music never stops, the dance goes on forever, every drink is on the house. Stay as long as you like, leave any time, but you'll never get a room. No one does.

The hotel isn't much––the paint's peeling off the walls, the elevator malfunctions, the noise is endless, there's no food––but it's all there is. There's one escape, but no one takes it. Not if they have a choice.

This short story follows a brief moment in one person's life at this mysterious hotel. It was originally posted on aomonk.com.