The Haunted Hotel Project- Liverpool.

 

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This room is not a room.

It’s a trap. A cage.

                                 The woman at reception told me I was in room 140.

There were so many corridors to navigate, until I finally found it.

This room.

                                                                                                You can’t leave.

You can hear the footfalls of the man cloaked in smoke.

                                        Walking the halls.

He carries a hammer.

                                                                         His women have razor teeth.

If you try to leave he will see.

Look the doors.

                                                                         Don’t switch on the TV.

Pray.

                                                                         140 doesn’t exist.

It’s a cage.

 

An innocuous hell.

-Hidden in the bible

The Haunted Hotel Project-Wales- 2012.

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I saw them the first night; their naked bodies standing on the beach. 

They were bathed in moonlight. 

Some are black and grey, the colour of sea rocks. 

They are covered in lichen and armoured in barnacles. 

Their milky eyes look up to my room. 

I should be scared, but I know I will be joining them soon. 

I can hear them singing to me under the soughing of the sea. 

– Hidden in the bible.