I thought the same thing, MSC. I could imagine Rod Serling solemnly intoning: "Witness a room ... not so much a chamber of horrors, as a void of the soul ... a wide, empty place in life's road where too many wayfarers have washed up for life's last hurrah ... the address, Collinsport, Maine ... a burg that's just one more destination in that unknown region of the crepiscule we call ... The Twilight Zone."
Room 24 doesn't need air conditioning because the room temperature has the perpetual chill ... of the morgue.
G.