The vacant eye sockets of the dust covered skull on the floor behind the old bar stared up into the depths of Vanessa Malone’s soul. She jumped back and gasped a sharp intake of breath.
“The Primrose Hotel is old, crumbling and coming down,” Madeline, the gray haired tour guide had said a few minutes earlier at the beginning of the tour. Little did anybody on the tour know that the Primrose Hotel still held one last deep, dark secret and it was about to forever be brought to light.
That last secret was a dusty, cobwebbed covered skeleton with a bullet hole in the center of its forehead.
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