I checked into the old hotel late at night, eager for a quiet stay before my early meeting. The receptionist warned me about Room 217 “it’s been empty for years.” But the only available room was exactly that. The door creaked as I stepped inside, and a cold chill immediately settled in the air. The flickering lights and faded wallpaper told stories of forgotten memories, but what unsettled me most were the whispers that echoed faintly from the walls.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind me, locking tight with no way to open it. My calls for help were swallowed by silence. The room seemed to breathe, shadows shifting just out of sight. Time warped, and the air grew heavier with every passing minute. I realized I wasn’t alone and the hotel wasn’t done with me yet. Whatever haunted Room 217 wasn’t going to let me leave. Shutdown123