#hotelghost

sex with a ghost

The phone in the empty lobby should not have rung. Room 304 was sealed, dark, and marked out of order in the system no guest, no key, no reason for its number to flash on the display at 3:04 a.m. Yet the night auditor still answered. What he heard on the other end didn’t sound like a prank, or static, or a crossed line. It sounded like someone drowning a long way away, whispering through an old hotel phone, begging him not to hang up. By the time he walked up to the third floor to prove it was just a glitch, the hallway cameras would later insist he’d never gone near that door. The call logs would say otherwise. If you’ve ever wondered whether haunted hotels, cursed room numbers, and late night ghost stories are real, keep reading because whatever is in Room 304 knows how to use the phone, and it might not be finished calling yet. Keep reading