Past it's prime

There's a derelict hotel right next to our hotel (it shares a cliff) that doesn't look like it's been occupied by anyone in the last 50 years. It's in a prime spot though, looking directly at the sunset, a little beach at the base of the cliff and a terrace which is overrun by the most beautiful wild flowers. The hotel has been the subject of quite a few wee stories and theories in my head this week. If only walls could talk, I want to know if I'm right!