John and Carrie, still wearing their loose pumpkin costumes, checked in to the 'Witches' Brew' hotel. It was seedy, dirty and cobwebs everywhere. It didn't have a continental breakfast (morning and days where short here), but it did have a free mystery potion each night. (It was promoted as able to change you into a frog, or other creature, or do any number of strange things, you'd have to try and find out!)
The couple got their key from the dreary man behind the reception desk, and creaked their way up the shaky stairs and opened their room door with a very loud squeak. John fell onto the bed, sending clouds of musty dust into the air. Carrie coughed, back away and opened the balcony door. Lush dusk light filtered in. Carrie walked outside, they'd requested a room with a balcony for easy moon-bathing. Two rusty lounge chairs rested on the gray stone of the balcony.
Night was coming. Carrie went back inside, leaving the door open for a bit of fresh air. "So, what should we do now?"