Urban explorers Kymberly Jane and Tanya Danielle enjoy prowling through the dark alleyways and abandoned buildings of Los Angeles. On a quiet Saturday morning the women drive to 1246 Hope Street, site of the now-defunct Morrison Hotel. Upon arrival Kymberly asks Tanya if she recognizes the place. Tanya shakes her head slowly as she gazes at the large, vacant structure. "I don't recognize it but I feel like I should. This building has some kind of strange energy which makes me want to discover its secrets.” A man saunters past them on the sidewalk. He raps twice on the main entrance to 12...

Urban explorers Kymberly Jane and Tanya Danielle enjoy prowling through the dark alleyways and abandoned buildings of Los Angeles. On a quiet Saturday morning the women drive to 1246 Hope Street, site of the now-defunct Morrison Hotel. Upon arrival Kymberly asks Tanya if she recognizes the place. Tanya shakes her head slowly as she gazes at the large, vacant structure. "I don't recognize it but I feel like I should. This building has some kind of strange energy which makes me want to discover its secrets.” A man saunters past them on the sidewalk. He raps twice on the main entrance to 1246 Hope and then proceeds on his way. Tanya stares at him as he vanishes into the distance. “What was that about?” she wonders aloud. “Why was he banging on the doors?” Her questions hang in the air. “The doors?” Kymberly finally says. “Yes.” Tanya replies as she gestures at the decayed threshold of the hotel. “Those doors. Didnâ€TMt you just see that? That man just pounded twice on the doors.” Once again her words fail to provoke an immediate response from Kymberly. As they continue to survey the property a slight breeze ruffles the womenâ€TMs long hair and causes Tanya to shiver involuntarily. All of a sudden she exclaims: “The Doors! Now I see why you brought me here. This is where Jim Morrison and The Doors shot the 1970 album photos for Morrison Hotel !” Kymberly merely laughs and the two friends step onto the curb and prepare to find an unsecured portion of the building through which they can gain entry. Unbeknownst to them a man is watching their every move through the cracked, dusty window panes of room 306. He idly rearranges lengths of white rope and a wide assortment of gags as he tracks their progress around the block. The two women will be visiting the Morrison Hotel for a much longer span of time than either of them had intended.. (Click here for more of our damsel-in-peril bondage selections.)