Mystic 8 Hotel

 

    Where Spirits Reside

     If someone had told me a year ago that I would have been going on a trip through a haunted hotel, I would have laughed at them. I can't believe I let my best friend talk me into this crazy mess. I hate going into places that are dark and haunted. I have a life to live and it does not include spirits or ghosts following me around, but I decided to tag along anyway. I mean it seemed like a bit of fun at first. What could go wrong? 


    Well, my best friend Amy decided she wanted to go to this hotel that they said was haunted. Yes, the manager of the Mystic 8 Hotel was a little loco in the head. They say he would say some wild stuff would happen in the motel, and to make things even crazier, he had videotapes of it all. I mean, who the hell would videotape a woman in her hotel room? I mean, the woman did say that she was dating a ghost or whatever, but come on, who believes that bullsh*t? Oh, the Mystic 8 Hotel manager, haha. 


    The look of this guy just made my skin crawl. Well, anyway, back to this hotel nonsense. My friend decided she wanted to stay the night in one of the rooms just to see if we would have a paranormal experience; of course, like an idiot, I said, "Yeah, let's do it!" Looking back on that decision, I wish I would have just said, "HELL NO!" We decided to stay the night on a weekend because the manager once said that the craziest sh*t happens on the weekend. Saturday evening, we decided to get a room separate from each other to make it a little more fun. We were right next door, just in case anything were to happen.


    I can tell that this was going to be a crazy night. I just wanted to go to sleep and get this night over with. I have to say that around midnight, things started to get a little crazy. I started to hear scratches on the wall when no one or nothing was there, and then Amy started to scream like someone was trying to kill her. I ran over as fast as I could and opened the door with my spare key. Amy was sitting on her bed with the blankets wrapped around her. 


    She looked like she saw a ghost. I ran to her and asked her if she was okay and if she saw anything. She just sat there, shivering and whispering that she wanted to go home. I see now that she bit off more than she could chew. I tried my hardest to get her to move, but she just kept looking at the same spot in the corner, whispering. I didn't see anything in the corner, but as soon as I turned off the lamp, I saw a girl standing there in a black gown.

    I turned the lamp back on, but nothing happened. I did this a few more times until the lamp wouldn't turn back on anymore. She started to move closer to us little by little, but Amy wouldn't budge from the bed. I kept yelling for her to move, but she just wouldn't move. The girl lunged at Amy, and I backed up towards her, screaming for Amy but she was gone. I mean, she disappeared into thin air. I heard the scratches again, ran for my life, and never looked back.

    The Mystic 8 Hotel still stands today, but it is abandoned. I usually go back to Amy's room 88 to see her sitting on the bed looking over into the same corner, but this time she wasn't whispering; she was just sitting there quietly while rocking back and forth. She seemed at peace just like all the other souls here at this Hotel. 

To be continued:





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