I stumbled into the lobby of the old hotel, completely wasted. The dimly lit interior was a maze of shadows, and the only sound was the creaking of the old wooden floorboards beneath my feet. I knew it was a bad idea to come here alone, but I couldn’t resist the allure of the abandoned hotel.
The air was thick with an eerie silence, as if the building was holding its breath, waiting for something terrible to happen. I stumbled up the stairs, my head spinning and my heart racing with fear.
As I made my way down the dark hallway, I heard strange noises coming from behind one of the doors. I hesitated for a moment, but my curiosity got the better of me, and I slowly pushed open the door.
What I saw inside made me scream in terror. The room was filled with an endless sea of blood, and in the center stood a grotesque figure, smiling at me with razor-sharp teeth. I tried to run, but my legs wouldn’t move. I was trapped in this nightmare.
As I began to panic, the figure started to move towards me. Its footsteps echoed through the room like thunder, and I could feel its hot breath on my neck. I closed my eyes and prayed for it to be over soon.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself standing in front of the hotel once again. It was as if nothing had ever happened. But deep down, I knew that the horrors inside that building were real, and they would never let me go.