The thriving port of Muskeg Point, Connecticut has been a point of rest for many tired travelers from far off exotic locales for years now. However, most can not afford the glamorous hotels of downtown and must resort to the eastern outskirts of Muskeg for shelter. Where the accommodations are less then flattering and many are preyed upon by packs of thugs. “Brick Hole” as the locals call the eastern section of Muskeg is no safe place especially in the year of 1939 but nothing would compare the coming horror.
The Harper Hotel is an old industrial building from a begone era turned to a cheap place to sleep. It offers nothing but a bed and light a commodity most enjoyed coming from depravied places. Most nights the only thing to worry about was the occasional pest that would make its way into rooms but on this summer night an awful occurrence is beginning. New travelers from all over have made the journey to the hotel for a cheap sleep. An odd event has happened though. Many of these travelers have been assigned the same room...room 17. All with the same key and all with a sense of dread to unlock the door for something seems to be already in it. You are one of these souls coming from all different backgrounds with some more logical while others seem frantic. However, one thing is in common; what is in Room 17?