A place strange

I was staying in a rented suite, part of a huge complex that was part museum, part subway, full of twisting stairs and vaulted ceilings and a drained lake in the courtyard that contained the detritus of old movie shoots. I caught a glimpse of a deep hole in the lake from the building’s upper levels, but when I came down it eluded me, suddenly somehow covered over. I had to return to my room and dreaded it, knowing that long ago a man had murdered his wife and children there. I scanned the walls for any remaining bloodstains but found none: just a damp, stark chill in the air.