Every possible theme room exists somewhere inside. Yes, even that one. Some of the rooms, as described in the book Party Wolves in my Skull, include:

• The Irish Potato Famine room. Simple. Down to earth. Room has actual potato blight. You bring a potato anywhere within fifteen feet of that room, it’s going to go bad. 
• The Empty Room. Totally empty. No bed. No dresser. No doors, walls, ceiling… oh, and you have to be checked out before check-in time. 
• The birdhouse room. Features old-world wooden finishing. Little holes all over the walls, over five-hundred hand drilled apertures, so the birds can come and go and fly around the room. Great for nature lovers. Sparrows, larks, and finches mostly, although they’ve got one pelican. 
• The Antarctic Room. A bone chilling negative fifty-six degrees Fahrenheit. Contains a small yurt and a flag. 
• The Screaming Room of Eternal Nightmares. The finest imported screams trapped in an air-locked, sonic-filter laden room, constructed with the latest in space age technology and voodoo magic. No matter how many times the sound waves bounce off something, they just keep going. There are screams in there over forty years old.

Now, ̶1̶7̶ 18 other authors have taken a crack at this shared world and fashioned their own rooms. What will become of the guests? Read on to find out for yourself.