This is from an actual letter I sent on my first trip to Prague. The hostel in question is the Hotel Imperial.
Dear Chris,
It’s after two o’ clock in the morning, but I can’t sleep at all. I’m scared. I don’t mean spooked or on edge, I mean that I am honest to goodness frightened out of my mind.
Remember how I said that my hostel was kind of scary looking? Well, after the finally let me check in, I came up to my room and things just started getting worse. The hallways were massive, but not in a good, airy way. Like in a dungeon way. They must have been fifteen feet tall, and I felt so small walking through them that I felt suffocated. When I entered my room, I saw that I was to be sharing it with someone, and this as a relief to me. I knew this because on one of the beds there was a nightgown laid out and I found beauty products and various other articles of clothing in the closet. I was anxious to meet my female roommate, but after about an hour I wanted to get back out into the city again.
When I returned back to the hostel, after getting lost in some of the cross-streets, I was a little surprised to see that my roommate had not returned. Nothing in the room had been touched and I just had this feeling that nobody had been in there after I left. I figured that she must be out partying somewhere, so I crawled into bed and left the lamp on for her-just in case.
I slept fitfully for about an hour. I don’t know when I have slept so badly since I arrived. I had dozens of nightmares and can swear that I woke up every fifteen minutes. Whenever I would wake up, a creepy feeling would come over me and no matter how hard I tried to shake it off, it wouldn’t leave. There is an essence to this place that I can only describe as evil. I have never felt this way about anywhere before. After the last time I woke up, I was unable to go back to sleep with my back to the room. Instead, I turned over and pressed my back far up against the wall, taking comfort in that I could see everything going on in the room. When I at last drifted off again, the most horrible dream took over me that I am surprised I didn’t wake up screaming. I was in the hostel, in the very bed that I was sleeping in, when the door slowly began to open. As I rose out of bed, a lone figured appeared in the shadows and whispered, "murder." At this, I violently slipped out of sleep and really did wake up. The first thing that shot through my mind was, "Oh God, someone really did die in this room!" After the thought had entered my mind, I could lose it. I could feel fear in the walls, under the bed, everywhere. I ran out of the room to the bathroom down the hall, but even the hallways started closing in on me. I tried splashing some water on my face, but nothing would help.
Now, here I am, back in the room. The nightgown laid out on the bed next to me is creeping me out, too, and I am so scared that I can barely move. Writing to you is the only thing that is keeping me from going out of my mind. Have I already lost it? Is the pressure from traveling alone finally getting to me so badly that I am having illusions? What am I going to do? I have to get out of this place. The longer I sit here on the bed in this room, the more claustrophobic I feel. I swear I can hear whispering and things going on in the walls that I know are not coming from other hostel-dwellers.
The rational part of me knows that there isn’t anything to be afraid of. After all, I am in a hostel and if I screamed everyone on the floor would hear it. But the other irrational part of me wants to pack my bags and leave.
I guess for now, though, the best thing for me to do is to just try and get some sleep. First thing in the morning I am checking out of here.
Love,
Rebecca
by bledpub on May 10, 2008