Things have been relatively… benign. Though, not without their risk, of course; take those shadows, for example — harmless for the most part, up until they weren't.

[ His own, at least, had seemed wholly focused on doing him harm near the end of the week, had it not been for someone else stepping in he surely would have gotten a concussion at best. ]

The floor, getting hotter and hotter, until it's capable of causing burns. In both instances, things started out as an annoyance, before gradually increasing in their hostility towards the guests. So, what then, if it starts with hostility right off the bat next time.

[ As far as what he pictures, he hasn't thought much on specific circumstances so much as he has the idea that things will just seemingly get worse, and steadily. It could simply be paranoia on his part, but… He shrugs. ]

When dealing with something like the hotel, I don't think anything my imagination could come up with would even be close. Maybe we'll all wake up one day, drifting through space. That'd be pretty bad.