Room number 306 of Silver Crown Hotel had been locked for years. Guests whispered about strange screams, flickering lights, and a woman seen standing near the window at
midnight. No one dared to enter—until Rohan, a travel vlogger seeking thrilling content, insisted on spending one night inside.
As he stepped into the dusty room, the door shut behind him on its own. The air turned icy
cold. Rohan set up his camera and began recording, but the screen kept glitching. Suddenly, he felt someone breathe behind his neck. He turned quickly—no one. The mirror in front of him slowly fogged up, forming words on its own: “DON’T STAY.”
Nervous, Rohan tried to leave, but the door wouldn’t open. Footsteps started circling him though the room was empty. The lights flickered
violently. Then he saw her—a pale woman in a torn white dress, standing in the corner. Her face had no eyes, only deep hollow sockets.
She whispered, “Room 306 is mine… forever.”
Rohan screamed, and the camera fell. The next morning, hotel staff opened the room. The camera was there, still recording—but Rohan had vanished without a trace.
Room 306 remains locked again. And his footage? Too terrifying to show.
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