The Haunted Hotel

There is an old abandoned uncompleted golf resort in my town, located right next to another swank expensive resort. This place used to be special to me, when me and Harvey were the only ones who knew of its existance.
The first time I visited the hotel was in late September of 2002. Harvey had told me that the resort was an idea conceived during the peak of the bubble economy. A local entrepreneur pitched the project, including the creation of a full golf course and luxury hotel, to his fellow villagers. They all chipped in a fixed portion of their income and watched their guarenteed cash cow coming closer to completion with every passing day. The hotel was almost complete, and the earth moving equipment had pushed around the earth to accomodate a world-class golf course- there was every indication that from this point on, the cash would come a flowin, and everyone would be rollin in brand new luxury cars, soaking in champagne filled furos, etc… And then the bubble burst! The major capital that had been seeing the project through was suddenly cut off. Only a little more money had to be raised, but this proved impossible. No one had any money to invest, and if they did, they were very reluctant to do anything other than stash it away.
The project failed and the entrepreneur felt a heavy burden. He must have felt like the spectre in “The Rime of the Aincent Mariner” carrying a decaying albatross around his neck. There was only one way to lessen the dishonor that he had brought to his family and ancestors. And so he committed seppuku (so I was told). For those of you unfamiliar with this ceremony, it involves thrusting a knife into your stomach and slicing across from one side to the other. The longer cut you make, the more shame is erased. Pain through purification.
Anyhow, I made my first trip to this place alone close to dusk. I walked around, acutely aware of the total silence, broken occasionally by the buzzing of flies and the scurrying of frightened animals. The place was straight out of a Steven King novel, and I spent an hour exploring the three levels of floors and the clutter packed basement. I remember finding a balcony where I got reception, and calling Justin. It was a truly creepy experience, and he was shocked that I had gone in by myself. The more I described the eerie deja vu vibe mixed with the feeling of being watched, the less I wanted to stay in the hotel. I hung up, and tried to find my way out. The fading light of the late afternoon, filtered through the prisms of broken windows, through the stirred up dust, making richly hued beams of gold. Dusk would come soon.
I stepped up the pace and retraced my steps, or tried to. I had explored so many places that I had forgotten where I had started. The hallway that had come from the lobby spit me out at another hallway. The stairway that led to back to another exit took me to where I had just been. This was really creepy. I had a strong urge to run away, to get out as fast as possible, but I fought this. Ah, there it was, the unmistakable rotten mattress that led to the stairs ascending to the lobby. I dashed forward into the darkness and disturbed a couple of bats who flew almost directly into my face! That way was not going to work. Finally I worked out my orientation and got out of the hotel. Walking down the eroded road to my car, I had the feeling I was being watched from one of the many darkened windows (like Scooby Doo and the gang in any given adventure).
Over the course of time, I have taken many friends to share in the experience. They often are scared or at least unsettled, at the spooky environment. Soon, word got around and now everyone knows of this place. About six months ago I took a bunch of friends on a weekend and we ran into another group that had come to check it out. So the place has lost its charm. Its still a pretty fun place to go once in a long while. My friends like to go and kick down locked doors (there are no more of those now…, break glass, and smash anything that they can. However, visiting the site is done for a whole new reason than when I started.
What was mine has become everyones’. People always feel the need assert their braveness, to illustrate the size of their testicles. “That place isn’t so bad”, “The only thing I’m concerned about is the bats”, “I was expecting it to be scarrier”, etc… These people have also never gone in by themselves, and even if they had, they’re not going to have the same surreal experience that I had. They can’t. On my first visit, the place was unexplored by gaijin- a virgin chunk of wonder. Now, it is merely another curious place to visit in Aso.
I do know of other crazy abandoned places near my pad, but I think I will keep their locations to myself. One of them is the ruins of a partially burnt down love hotel. Again, I visited this place alone, and had a similar experience. Inside the pitch black rooms is old furniture and dusty relics from a time not too long ago. The beds are still made in some of the rooms, and there is a strange object that looks like a cross between massage and torture equipment (you can bet it was used to facilitate doing “the nasty” in various locations). I have not been back, and plan on keeping it that way, preserving the memory for only myself. It’s mine!!!
Anyhow, the Aso JETs want to have a halloween party at the hotel (thats right, its gotten that well known). I had thought about doing so when I first visited, but its a really bad idea. If they do have it there, I predict disaster in some form.

Here is a copy of the letter that I sent to help inform the newbs and those who have not thought about the challenges posed by having a party at said location:
You guys are welcome to use the haunted hotel if you like, but I think that there has to be a better place to host a party. When I made my first visit to the hotel last year, it seemed like an ideal place for a party because it was a novel, unexplored place, had lots of stuff to break, was in the middle of nowhere, was large, and nobody other than my predecessor knew of it. However, after many trips back problems became apparent. Like Mark said, there is an abundance of bat (and various other vermin) guano and dead things (we found an owl in one of the rooms!), mixed together with several years worth of mold and dust (think allergies). To be frank, the place smells like moldy rotting bat shit. In addition after going there a few more times with Kelvin, the Fingerhut brothers , Joe Debiec, and several other crazy gaijin, there is a lot of broken glass forming the paths of our destruction. Kelvin and J. Fingerhut actually got pretty decent cuts as a result (and Joe also overextended his leg muscle after kicking down a door Cochise style, puting him out of action for a month). I’m just guessing that theres gonna be drinkin goin on at this party, and mixing drunk people with multiple sharp objects coated with dusty excrement in a dark room lends itself to the inevitability of puncture wounds, creating an easy entrance into the victime for the abundance of pathogens in residence. In addition, anything you want to bring (ex. lights, beer, music, inflatable dolls, etc… must be carried up, as you can only drive your car to about 1/2 a kilo of the entrance. So the pros, as far as I can see include: large areas and a creepy ambiance, located in BFE, stuff you can break, and a well broken in matress located on the lower level of the hotel.
Cons include: allergens, pathogens, and other disease vectors (some bats are carriers of rabies), sharp stuff.
Heh, it looks like there are more pros than cons, but you get my point. Questions? Comments? lemme know…