The Benson Hotel was a tall building. It was at least twelve stories tall. It was made of brick in and was capped in copper, turned green with age. The Hotel itself was large enough to take up an entire city block. Though on the ground floor business had found their way in. Most were restaurants, taking up advantageous places right to the left of the main business doors. There was the London Grill and El Gaundo. Directly across the street was a US Bank. Around the corner to the right was a little bit of construction, but not that much. The men were clearly repairing the facade on the old building across the street. Around the back side, from the main doors, was a Century Link store. Directly across from that was a night club, The Escape. Over all the streets were wide along with the sidewalks.
The sky was blue today, not a cloud in sight. Which is a relief; it was a good day to move sensitive equipment. If it had been raining, other plans would have had to been made. But fortune was with you. You're able to move everything into the lobby without a problem. The interior of the lobby is finely furnished in dark woods, but still it managed an open, bright air about it. Probably because of all the white marble on the floor. It's obvious to you that it costs a lot of money to stay here.
Before one of you even begins to think about going up to the counter, directly in front of the main doors, and checking in, an older woman comes down the stairs to your left. She’s accompanied by Cassie and two men, one of whom must be Jackie, your new camera man. The older woman smiles happily upon seeing the group. She passes through the small group of people in the lobby that are kind of looking at you funny. They can't quite figure out what you're here for.
"Did you get here alright?" The older woman beams. She's in her late fifties. She's shorter than most everyone but Cassie, who's the same height. The woman is Karen Benson*, the daughter of the original owner, Simon Benson. She turns to the man next to her and introduces him as George Benson*, her brother. They are nearly identical looking, despite being years apart. The sister has the same brown hair and eyes as her brother. They're both on the bigger side and have the same nose.
"I have two rooms for everyone to use." She smiles at Cassie and Molly, the only girls in the group. It was apparent that Karen was old fashioned that way. Not that there would be much sleeping going on when your Ghost Hunting. Still, it was a nice thought. "If you’d like to come with me I can fill you all in." She smiled again at everyone. She didn't want to spook her patrons, even if some were here to stay in a haunted hotel. They wanted the nice ghosts that the hotel was famous for, not the new unruly upstart that was causing all sorts of ruckus and mayhem.
All the investigators were local, either long term or new residents, which was why Karen was hiring your group. Though it’s still incredible how this woman even found you. You had barely gotten together and now you even had a legitimate job. In fact the job had been set up through the coordinator and slightly impromptu leader/employer, Molly. Not only did she hire you, but she even had most of the equipment a Ghost hunter would need. Go Molly.
*Fictional character. According to my research the hotel has changed hands numerous times, and didn't even originate as the Besnon (rather it started as the Oregon). For this story it has not.
