A Shining in Colorado

Whatever life Arthur and Eames had dreamt of for their future, all of that ended one Halloween when they got drawn into a house they came to know as Rose Red. Since then, their plans of working in dream share for the time they had was gone. Instead they were dealing with the supernatural. Whether they wanted to or not. Even when they tried to ignore it, the preternatural found them time and again, and so they had given in to the spirits and ghouls about them and changed their life plans.

Which was how they ended up in a private car on a long and winding road up the side of a mountain heading for a hotel built by a man with his hand in everything at the turn of the century. The Stanley Hotel.

The owners had been directed to them by someone, and that they couldn't say who recommended them left Eames nervous. Or maybe it was the way they kept heading up, the way the driver had said little, and that all he had found online was a lot, A LOT, of stories about hauntings. Including twin girls and people going missing.

"So... Did you tell Peter where we were? In case we don't come back?" He still found it odd they were relying on a werewolf, but at least they had someone with supernatural knowledge and some serious strength watching their backs.