The Haunted Hotel Project- Longleat.

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I can’t leave. 

Do not stay here. 

There’s blood in the foundations of this place. 

There is a ritual to keep them in their rooms. 

Their cages. 

Don’t call out to them. 

The Witch in the first room covets the warmth of the living. 

The Child in the second room covets the life of those who have lived. 

The King is always hungry. 

Red eyes in the dark. 

A night full of teeth. 

Do not stay here. 

-Written on tissue paper and hidden in a cupboard.

The Haunted Hotel Project- Blackpool.

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I was woken up in the middle of the night by an old lady.

She had a kindly face.

She stood at the end of my bed, smiling sweetly.

Her hair moved slowly around her head, like coloured ink in water.

She was so pale, and looked shocked.

She said she always tries to speak to the people who stay here, and it makes her angry when they don’t listen.

 

She told me her husband had never listened to her, until she threw herself into the sea.

Then she would come to him every night and just talk, and talk, and talk, until he shot himself.  

 

She told me that the people who wouldn’t listen made her angry.

Their bones are hidden in the crawl space in the corner of the room.

-Hidden behind the mirror

The Haunted Hotel Project- Liverpool.

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The altar appears in the form of a small bed in the corner of the room.

This means that the room is ready for The Sacrifice.

The Sacrifice must lie naked in the bed. No-one else, only The Sacrifice. 

The Sacrifice will fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Do not leave the room whilst the altar is visible.

If you do not place The Sacrifice upon the altar, you will awaken The Master.

This MUST NOT happen.

Call me using the mirror in the bathroom if require assistance.

You know the ritual.

-Hidden in the bible.

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.