had the most horrifying experience at the hotel. from the moment i walked into the room, my instincts screamed at me to leave. the walls were cracked and crumbling, giving the place an eerie, abandoned feel. a single, lonely pillow lay on the bed, its case far from fresh. the bed itself was covered with a stained sheet that looked like it hadn’t been washed in ages. but what sent chills down my spine were the splash marks on the wall—marks that unmistakably resembled. it was like stepping into the scene, only this was no story. every inch of the room felt off. the air was heavy, stale, and suffocating, and the silence was deafening. i didn’t even dare to enter the bathroom. the mere thought of what might be lurking there was enough to terrify me. it was as if the place was built to trap its visitors in a nightmare. in that moment, i knew i couldn’t stay a second longer. i grabbed my things and bolted out of there. the trauma lingered, though. i felt like i needed to scrub my mind and body clean of the sheer horror of what i had just encountered. it was the worst experience i’ve ever had, and it left me shaken to my core. never again will i step into a place without thoroughly checking reviews and photos beforehand. this was a lesson learned the hard way..