With his belly full of steak procured from the bar and grill by way of the magic sack given to him by St. Peter, Brother Jim continues on his wayi.

So I wnet on my way and came to a town. In the middle of the town stood a splendid hotel and not far from it a miserable, run dwon, travel lodge. I went in the travel lodge and asked for a night’s lodging. But the lodge owner turned me away, saying, “There’s no more room. The lodge is full of guests.”

“That’s strange,” I said. “Why do they come here when there’s such a splendid hotel nearby?”

“That would be something,” answered the lodge owner, “to spend the night here! No one who tried has ever come back alive.”

“If others have tried,” I said, “so will I.”

“Let it alone,” said the owner of the travel lodge, “or it will cost you your head.”

“I don’t lose my head so easily,” I said. “Who hasd a key to the hotel?”

“I have a spare key,” said the manager.

“Give me the key and plenty of food and drink to take with me.”

And so the lodge owner gave me the key, and food and drink, and I took it to the hotel with me. I enjoyed a good meal, and when I became sleepy, I laid down on the couch in the lobby because there were no beds in any of the rooms.

Monday: “The Haunted Hotel”

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The Adventures of Brother Jim based on the story “Brother Gaily” from The Juniper Tree and Other Tales from Grimm.