The Cost of Entitlement

8:09am:
Waking up in the early morning to the sun gleaming through the skylight while the birds chirp happily at every window of your 5-star hotel room might sound like a dream come true. Free mini bar filled to the brim with booze, 60-inch TV with every games console and all the bestselling games. An unlimited supply of food featuring the best quality meats, fruit, cakes and breakfast buffet. Best of all, the bathroom’s heated towel rack was great for warming up clothes for the morning to come. Of course, all of this would be perfect if it wasn’t for the raging psychopaths beneath me constantly making a racket and disturbing me at all hours of the night. I’ve made repeated phones calls to complain and received the typical response you’d expect from a company that doesn’t realise who they are dealing with. Me, the CEO of a successful design firm that makes millions every year, yet they treat me like I’m some commoner who has spent my life savings just to be able to afford a room for the week. Well, they’ll regret how they’ve treated me! I’ll make sure that useless woman at reception is fired and the manager is disciplined severely. If I get my way, he’ll never work in the hotel business again.
That infernal screeching is starting again, so I’ll give that damn woman one more chance to sort it out before I go down there myself and deal with it.

8:27am:
Well, I rang again and received the same spiel about how they’ll send someone up immediately, but so far, it’s gotten worse, now they’re banging on the wall! I swear it’s like they’re smashing it with a sledgehammer. What’s the point of having security if they won’t do their job? They have guns, Tasers, batons, handcuffs, I don’t see what the problem is? All they have to do is go into the room, detain the psychopaths and throw them to the streets with all the other drug nuts. Hell, if they’d just give me a gun, I’d do it myself. I’ve always wanted to hold a gun. I heard a lot of yelling a few minutes ago so maybe security has finally shown up and I won’t have to have them fired after all. I’ll still put a complaint in of course. I shouldn’t have to put up with this kind of treatment, I’m a CEO for Christ’s sake. I probably make more money a minute than they make a day, sometimes people need to be put in their place.

9:17am:
Finally some good news. The psychotics have finally laid off from their infernal racket. At least someone in this dump can do their job, it’s a shame I didn’t get to handle a gun or hear them get electrocuted but I suppose I can always arrange my own situation when I get back. I bet Jeff will be on board with it, he has that cabin in the woods where he takes the new girls before they start, I bet he’d let me borrow it and I can arrange for some girls of my own. Now that I think of it there was that new secretary that just started to replace Bethany, she was quite pretty, not modelling quality but good enough for a weekend. Bet she’s never even seen the inside of an expensive car, she’ll probably fall in love with me the second her tiny behind touches the leather. Yeah, I’ll get Bethany to make the arrangements before she leaves on Monday, see if she can do one thing right before she leaves.

15:34pm:
Well, someone’s getting fired. The idiots below have started up again, some woman is now screaming and banging on the doors! I swear if this isn’t sorted by the end of the day I’m going down there myself, kicking that door in and throwing them out the window. How can a top end hotel even allow this to happen? I’m paying a fortune to be here and again I’m being treated like a low-level bum. I’ve rung the reception multiple times and received no answer, either they’re blocking my phone or that useless woman has already been fired so that’ll save me the job at least. I’m going to try a few more times and then ring from my own mobile, they won’t have that on record so they can’t block me, then I can really give them a mouthful when they try to claim they’re having communication issues.

15:49pm:
I was right, I tried repeatedly on the room phone to no avail then attempted to call on my mobile and got connected immediately to an answer machine service. In my experience if calls go through to automated that means someone’s been fired. I can’t help but feel gleeful over the fact that I was probably part of the reason she’s now gone, serves her right to be honest, should have been more respectful to her superiors. The idiots below still haven’t let up, so I’m taking it into my own hands and going down there myself, after that I’m going straight to the managements office and demanding an answer and an apology. Better yet, I’ll make sure I’m reimbursed the cost of my room, food and drink and then demand another weeks stay, fully paid of course.

17:51pm:
What an absolute waste of time and resources, I’m absolutely disgusted by how I’m being treated. I am literally on the verge of calling the police on this matter. I went down to the room below me and politely knocked on the door, which I’m sure was probably ignored over the banshee screaming from the other end of the room. I repeatedly banged on the door but the witch carried on squealing at the top of her lungs. I swear if I’d managed to get in there, I’d have walked in on some random college dropout videoing herself humping her way through the football team for her internet blog account. I managed to put a huge dent in the door from where I kicked it, which I imagine they’ll probably try to charge me for but considering what they’ve put me through, I certainly won’t be the one paying for it.
That’s not even the worst of it. After I’d given up being ignored, I went downstairs to confront the manager, then the elevator broke after only two floors. Bearing in mind I’m on the twentieth floor, I had to walk down 18 flights of stairs. One thing is for sure, I’m certainly glad I don’t have to spend any prolonged amount of time on any of the other floors, each floor has six rooms. They must be tiny, I wouldn’t even let my dogs stay in a room that small. You’d think with a place this big and with such a high reputation they’d have staff on each floor at all times.
They definitely need it considering the infernal banging and screaming going on, on every single floor. Seriously you’d think they’d hired out the entire hotel to a porn studio or some low-rate hostel remake where everyone dies as loudly and dramatically as possible.
When I eventually arrived at the bottom floor, no thanks to the broken elevator, the entire floor was a complete mess. Furniture was turned over, broken ceramics, papers scatter all over the front desk. Honestly due to my mood, I had barely even noticed it until I slipped on a broken vase of flowers, which I’ll definitely be suing for, as well as kidnapping, unlawful restraint, false services, failure to uphold standards, I’m going to end up owning this place when I’m through with them, I’ll make sure every staff member is fired, well maybe not all, if they’re young and pretty still I’ll keep them on but only on the basis they learn to do as their told. I checked all the offices and staff rooms, the entire place is empty. Even the steel shutters to the front are closed up. All I can say is this had better be some ridiculous prank otherwise there’ll be hell to pay.
I started writing this as soon as I got back upstairs, so now I’m going to call Bethany or the new girl whatever her name is and find out what the hell is going on and put me through to the building owner. I will not be treated in such a way, prank or not it’s ridiculous and those god damn people beneath me are STILL banging around! I swear to god if I had a gun, I’d have shot them myself.

18:30pm:
I am quite literally surrounded by stupidity and incompetence. Bethany refused to answer the office phone yet was more than capable of answering her personal mobile, telling me she has gone home already even though she is supposed to be staying late to finish up the last of her work before the new girl takes over. She won’t be receiving a job recommendation from me, that’s for sure, especially since as soon as I asked her where the bloody hell she was and she hung up on me and now won’t answer. I text her to give me the new girls number and to pack her stuff immediately, she is not to finish her notice and will only be paid up to the point she left today. I’m sure my lawyers will tell me I can’t do that for whatever reason but that’s what I pay them for, I’ll just plant a weapon or drugs in her locker if she tries anything and have her arrested.
Hopefully she’ll see common sense and just send me the girl’s number, maybe I’ll be a bit more lenient with her then and take her out to dinner to talk things over before she leaves, she may be in her thirties now but she’s still got a nice body for someone of her age.
I’ve currently got the TV blaring out at top volume to drown out the idiots downstairs, I’m going to drink myself to sleep and await Bethany’s inevitable begging, I’ll probably just see if I can get a few last nudes out of her, that way if she does try anything, I’ll have some leverage. Only way some women will learn.

09:26am: (2 days later)
Well yesterday was a huge waste, I awoke with a blasting headache, god knows why since I barely finished off two bottles of Jack. I tried yet again to call reception and room service and was met with the droning tone of the phone being unhooked. Thankfully I still had some rice and chicken left over to top me off before resorting back to the bottle, the assholes downstairs were still going at it, so I figured I’d just drink myself to unconsciousness, it’s not my job to go hunting for staff members to do their jobs and serve me. Why should I give a damn, I’m not paying for any of this crap anyway.
Needless to say, when I awoke, they were still making a racket that seemed to know no end by this point and again still no answer.
So, I’ve had enough, I’ve smashed open the fire case and grabbed the extinguisher and am about to go downstairs and give my scumbag neighbors a friendly warning. I’ve made sure to keep my call logs and taken note of each time I used the rooms phone for when the police get involved, of course I’ve got this diary log as well, so I can’t wait to hear what the hotel comes up with for this absolute ridiculous service. For the record, I in no way intend to harm my neighbors, the extinguisher is for bashing the door in because I’ve had enough! I’ll face the charges later and pay whatever damages but I can’t put up with this any longer, I just want some god damn peace.

13:33pm (writings rough and almost illegible)
I don’t know why but I need to write this down, I think I’m in a nightmare, I just killed someone something, I don’t know what happened, I just need to write this down so I know if this is real or if I’m imagining it, please for the love of god let me wake up, I’m going to call the police, I think they it was dead, but I cant be sure.

18:44pm:
I’ve fully barricaded the door, I’ve managed to push the sofa and bed in front of it, there’s no way in hell anything is getting through that, and if it does, I’ve got plenty of weapons to defend myself with. I need to put down on paper what happened just so I don’t have to keep remembering it. That disgusting creatures face will always be seared into every corner of my brain, when I close my eyes it’s still there, just watching me and staring…

18:56pm:
I had to go to throw up, I don’t think there’s anything left in my stomach to get out anymore, so maybe I’ll be able to put down in words what exactly just happened. I don’t think it really matters at this point but I’m not leaving this room and I have no food so it’s highly likely I’m going to die in here. I’m smart enough to know real life isn’t like the movies, I won’t be magically rescued at the last minute, I won’t be able to fight my way through a horde of psychotic creatures and survive like the heroes always do. I’m not a survivalist, my chances are slim to nil, but at least I can put down my story and maybe if miracles do exist, I can sell it and become famous. I’m going to regain my thoughts, check the barricade and take a shower, hopefully I still have some drink left because if I’m going to die, I want to die my own way.

21:38pm:
Well, I’ve been sat here for about two hours now, and still don’t really know how to put into words what happened, I guess one thing I should be thankful for is it’s quiet now, but I kind of wish it wasn’t, television doesn’t help, it just makes me paranoid and hear things.

21:42pm:
Okay I’m just going to go for it and hope it makes sense. I went downstairs to the room below with the fire extinguisher in hand, fully intending to just knock on the door and walk away again. I know I was writing about how I was going to bash the door in and all that but I was angry and we all get a bit over-dramatic and aggressive during those times. I went down the stairs again as the elevator still wasn’t working but was surprised to see the door was wide open and the wall of the hallway was streaked with a long red stain leading to the elevator door. At the time I was too angry to care and just immediately started banging on the open door with the weight of the extinguisher shouting for someone to come out. The room had exactly the same layout as my own so I knew where the light switches were and where the furniture would be placed, for whatever reason the blackout shutters were closed over the huge bay window leaving the room in complete darkness. I continued bashing the door with the extinguisher but received no reply so I went inside. When the lights flickered on, I was taken aback. The door to the bathroom had been ripped off its hinges, the floor and everything surrounding it covered in thick mucusy blood, or at least I think it was blood. The bedroom door started banging violently causing me to dart further into the room in panic. Next thing I heard was a man’s voice yelling out for help. I just watched the door, not moving a muscle, until it burst open and a relatively large man in a blood-soaked shirt rushed out screaming, a knife in his hand. I turned, dropping the extinguisher and ran to the kitchen to grab my own weapon as he continued shouting at me to stop. I turned back, brandishing my own knife and listened to what he had to say.

He told me some wild story about how he’d hired a pair of hookers for the night when one of them
went bat shit crazy, tried to strangle him and proceeded to stab him before he could get away and hide in the bathroom. The other girl was already hiding and began screaming as he entered. Thankfully for him, she was a medical student and was able to stich up his wound before he suffered much more. Apparently, all the banging and screaming I’d been hearing was from the hooker bashing against the door and screeching manically.
I asked him what happened to the girls but he didn’t know. The med student went crazy a few days after and he was forced to bash her head in until she was barely recognizable as a human anymore. But she still didn’t stop, he broke the door down to escape and was forced to hide in the bedroom and barricade himself in.

To be honest, at the time I thought he was full of shit, sounded like the story of some crackhead having a bad LSD trip and trying to cover up the fact he killed a hooker by claiming self-defense. I’m not exactly proud to say I’ve done the same in the past, but what do my morals matter anymore.
I was fully prepared to stab this guy and call the police, hell if I wanted to be the witness to this bloodbath but that’s when everything really went to shit. One of the hookers came sprinting into the room and pounced on the guy’s back, biting into his neck while stabbing him repeatedly in the stomach. I’m in no way ashamed to say I bolted, I pushed them both to the floor and ran for the exit but was confronted by the other girl standing in the open elevator.
Her head was completely gone, just a thick compressed mess of bone and skin hung from her neck, a yellow puss like liquid seeping from the neck hole. I instantly vomited as the thing shambled towards me, I could hear the guy and crazed hooker screaming behind me, but I couldn’t stop myself doubling over as my body spewed up all the contents of my stomach. The headless creature pinned me down, the hanging skin dangling beside my face as she clawed at me with her bones protruding from the tips of her fingers. The smell was rancid as the liquid leaked from her neck over my face into my mouth and up my nose, I cried out as the thing tried to force its boney appendage down my throat. I gagged and heaved as I tried to get a grip of her flaying skin. Everywhere I grabbed my fingers sunk into her deteriorating flesh, my hand went so deep I managed to grip one of her ribs as I threw her aside, the bone snapping off in my hand as she rolled away. The other guy’s screams had stopped and the soft squelching of flesh being ripped apart could be heard as I charged back up the staircase to my room.
It wasn’t until I crashed into the door and fumbled for the electronic keycard that I realized the mistake I’d made. I must’ve dropped the keycard when the thing attacked me and therefore meant I had three options.
A) Go all the way to the bottom floor and hopefully find a master key or at least a spare.
B) go back down and face the two things as I search for it.
C) I wait and hope somehow someone would rescue me.
I have no idea what the fuck I was thinking but I chose A. Maybe it was because I was scared, maybe I thought I could get out, or maybe I thought it was some wild LSD trip of my own, but regardless of the reason I called the now working elevator and descended to the bottom.

The bottom floor looked exactly the same as when I searched it a few days earlier, I picked up a large metal plant holder and put the broken rib in my pocket. I searched all over but found nothing, not even a spare. Defeated, I returned to the elevator but was stopped as I reached the tenth floor, the elevator shutting down again and the doors opening wide. I mashed the buttons but nothing happened, I peered out of the doorway and ducked back, covering my mouth so not to make a sound. A small figure was wandering down the hall way, I think it might have been a child but I didn’t stay long enough to find out. I peeked out again and while they wandered away, I quickly slipped through the door to the staircase and began sprinting, taking the steps two at a time.
It was on the sixteenth floor that I had my first sense of panic again, the walls and stairs were literally dripping with blood, as I continued the blood grew thicker and was tinged with black and yellow. A slumped over body sat in the corner between the sixteenth and seventeenth floors. A pool of blood surrounded the body. I almost turned around, anything to avoid passing it, but then I noticed the uniform, a maid. I took a deep breath and slowly approached the body, the closer I got the worse it smelt. It was overwhelming. Every muscle in my body was clenching as I pushed the body upright, I almost fell backwards back down the stairs as I vomited over the ledge.
Her entire face was mutilated, there was only a hollow cavern where her features should have been, her teeth crushed into the pulp that remained of her face, a single squashed eyeball hung by the optic nerve, swinging like a cradle in her skull.
I flipped her hair over to cover the gaping hole and checked her skirt for the card, thankfully attached to a retractable line was the master key. I snatched the card up and made my way back to my room.
When I reached the nineteenth floor, I heard a sound that chilled my soul and caused my whole body to quake.
I ran up the rest of the way to my room when I heard the door below slam open, I turned down to see the girl that had attacked the guy from earlier, her mouth filled with blood, skin and flesh stuck between her teeth, clenched in her right hand was a large bleeding heart. Her eyes locked with my own as she grinned, crushing the heart before screeching and dashing up the stairs towards me.

It’s at this point I barricaded the door and started drinking. I’m going to leave this here and go to bed, I’ve got a lot to think about and since I’ve listed everything else in this diary, I’ll detail my plans as well just in case a miracle does come. If I don’t wake up then I wish whoever reads this good night and I hope you’re luckier than I was.

10:05am: (7 days later)
I was going to leave that as my final goodbye, but… I’ve changed my mind. Everything’s been quiet for a while now, a few days ago I saw a few helicopters fly overheard but since then nothing. I wrote a while ago that I was probably going to die here, I was ready to accept that before but now I’ve realized it’s not that easy to let yourself starve to death and dehydration is more painful than you’d ever imagine. Due to how quiet the past few days have been I dared to pull away the barricade and have been making frequent noises to see if anyone reacts so I am taking a chance in the hope that it’s safe. I’m going to work my way down the hotel going room to room in search for supplies and secure each location, if all goes well, I’m going to attempt to get out and search for others. If I fail, well… this will be my OFFICIAL last entry and should anyone find it, when a movie is made about my triumphant sacrifice and fight against all odds as a rich CEO who battled against the dead, (undead, infected or whatever we’re up against?), just make sure you cut out the vomiting and crying in fear like a little girl.

Well, I think that’s everything… wish me luck.