Walking with Superman: Day 92

When Clark Kent checked into the Winecoff Hotel in Atlanta, Georgia, he expected to have a little rest and relaxation, but it doesn't look like he'll be getting either. It's not just the decor--the tacky paintings, the dingy yellow-orange wallpaper, the ever-present smell of stale smoke; it's not just the guests and employees--half of them walking around as if in a trance, the other half looking like they've been to madness and back again; it's not just the sounds--sometimes sinister whispers, sometimes distant cries for help, and sometimes, despite his superhuman senses, complete silence no matter how hard he listens. No, it's that every time he tries to look into the next room, he sees himself; it's that some corners of the room seem to flicker and waver and stick together in ways that hurt his eyes and his head, it's that no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to get out. It's clear that there's something sinister about the Winecoff Hotel, and it's attacking the Man of Steel in one place where he isn't indestructible--his sanity.