I was the type of person who enjoyed my own company. I found solace in the quiet and solace in the darkness. I was never one to seek out large crowds, so it was no surprise when I chose to take a trip to a small, secluded hotel in the mountains.
The hotel was old, but quaint. It had a certain charm to it that seemed to draw me in like a moth to a flame. There were few people around, which was exactly what I was looking for – a place to be alone and to relax.
But as I settled into my room, I quickly realized something was off. The walls seemed to creak and groan and I could swear I heard strange noises coming from the hallway outside my room. Even the staff seemed strange, almost as if they were trying to keep something hidden.
I decided to spend my days exploring the hotel and its surroundings, but soon my walks started taking a darker turn. Everywhere I went, I felt like I was being watched. I started to sense a presence following me, and I could feel it getting closer and closer.
One night, I heard a loud thud coming from the room next to mine. I opened the door and saw a man lying on the floor, his body twisted in an unnatural way. He had been killed – murdered in cold blood.
That night, I knew that I had to get out of this hotel as soon as possible. I packed up my things and left, but not before I heard a voice whispering in my ear: “you can never escape the tales from the crypt”.