I'm never partying again.

At least, that's what I told myself when I woke in the middle of a field after a night of spooky festivities. My memory was gone and with it, all logic because when a mysterious payphone rang, I answered it, leading me to shack up in a hotel with three scrumptious men as my room neighbors.

But things at the hotel made little sense, and my mind was always so fuzzy. If only I could leave, but that was impossible. No one has left. For now, I guess I'm stuck, spending my days trying to remember while playing go fish with the boys next door.

Welcome to Hotel Hell, where the only way in is if your life is already out.