I am the only guard on duty at a hotel during the graveyard shift.

Actually, I'm the only employee at night in the whole place.

This hotel used to be a bank back in the day, and it's one of the oldest structures

still standing in this town.

This is great for tourists, but not so much for the piping and wiring systems.

Aside from all that, there's always been something weird about this place.

Though I've gotten used to it after 10 years.

Lately though, things got out of hand.

Every once in a while, we get back packers that are traveling long-term.

That means they smell bad, and they have a lot of friends I stop by.

Some with unusual beliefs and energies and other things like that.

I've been known to shut drum circles down on the sidewalk at night, and I've gotten

rid of a few dream catcher devices that they leave in the rooms.

A while ago, I saw a lonely traveling man, light a bowl full of leaves on fire through

the cameras.

When I went up to the roof to tell him that he couldn't be doing that, he apologized,

and left me alone in the roof.

Crazy people.

He would always give off an odd stare, almost like he wasn't completely there.

After that, or he was always high, he spoke to very few people.

One evening, he went out to eat and never came back.

He left his backpack and everything, which the police came by to pick up.

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