This is a spoof of a horror story. Everything campy, silly, and just plain dumb about horror stories is likely to show up here.
It was a dark and stormy winter night in the Slieve Mish Mountain Resort, and things weren't going well for Adelaide Doodlelips. She desperately tried to enter the name of the newest guest into the resort's main laptop, but she could barely read the handwriting. The ink kept fading out. She just hated it when that happened. Eventually she looked up and realized the power was off - again. That was the reason for the lap top; computers were notorious for needing a steady supply of electricity to keep them working.
Up in the mountains, electricity was reasonably good in the summer, but in the winter the lines froze, or transformers blew up from overuse. Even when the weather was good, there were sometimes power outages. One summer a guest climbed up to the top of a transmission tower to take pictures during a lightning storm. Stupid idea + stupid guest = stupid dead guest. The village smelled of fried man and expensive camera for weeks, not to mention the difficulty of getting the power people to come up and fix it. The main electrician was very superstitious, and claimed that the village was now haunted.
People kept dying in Slieve Mish. Weaving fine Irish fabric was the one other industry in the village besides the resort, and the workers dyed it in huge stainless steel vats. The vats were powered by steam heat, so there were an unusual number of steam dyed workers not only dying, but falling in and dieing in the vats. Slieve Mish was not a place you wanted to live if you intended to live for very long.
This particular stormy winter night, the lovely lithe Adelaide was alone in the main resort dining room and reception cabin. All the meals were served there, and all the planned activities started out there. Her parents had left her alone to take care of the resort while they went down the mountain to order supplies. Food and equipment were routinely flown up to the resort via helicopter, these days. The trucks that used to drive up the steep switch back mountain slopes had a bad habit of falling off. Three trucks to date had failed their inept attempts to fly.
The wind whistled in the chimney of the big main fireplace, and occasionally blasts of icy cold air would try to put the blazing fire out. Adelaide shivered. She didn't like to be alone up there in the main cabin, it was creepy. It was further up the mountain than the village, where the ski lifts began. She preferred the cabin that she lived in with her family, in the village. Being a 19 year old responsible adult really sucked sometimes.