Skyhill Review – The Digital Fix

You awake and find your room is a wreck. Stepping outside, the strip lights in the ceiling flicker and buzz as you wander the halls looking for any signs of life amongst the dank walls and grimy corridors. The lifts are broken down on almost every floor, and the other guest rooms you enter are practically bare. One room contains a TV, but this is rendered useless almost immediately by a bird hurling itself through the window and into the screen. It explodes with a pop and a hiss, and you head back outside and down the staircase. You’re immediately confronted by a disgusting, deformed creature, barely clothed, moaning and breathing heavily as it stumbles towards you.