Haunted Hotel Project- Weston Super Mare

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There are many doors in this place. 

The man with the many faces wants mine. 

He wants to wear me outside. 

He can’t leave this place and now neither can I. 

He has pets that wait until you are asleep. 

So they can slip into you whilst you dream. 

 

This morning, I woke up outside. 

I don’t know how I got there or what is happening. 

I dream of lopsided night skies, that are green, and slick with blood. 

 

I’m back in the room again. 

The man is coming. 

I think he sees me. 

-Hidden in the bible.

The Haunted Hotel Project- Malta

 

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You can feel her, right?

She wants to come through.

She wants to leave this room.

You can hear her when the borders between this world and her’s weaken.

Sometimes it’ll be a laugh- a chuckle in the dead of night.

Knocking on the walls just as you are falling to sleep.

White eyes glowering at you in the dark from the corner of the room.

I’ve made it so she can’t leave.

I knew her when she was only madness and hatred, but she’s so much worse now.

Don’t leave personal objects around- phones, jewellery, photos- anything she can use to escape.

Surround them with a ring of salt.

 

Don’t let her into them.  

 

-Hidden on top of the wardrobe.

The Haunted Hotel Project- Manchester

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There is something wrong in the bones of this place.

The meat of the plaster is retched with flies.

I am fragmented.

There are two versions of me that exist here.

I wake at night when the pity man comes.

He shakes his little tin box filled with teeth.

The nurses say he is harmless, but I see his children.

They boil the air.

Their shapes flicker across the walls, like ghost birds.

In my other me, this place is just a hotel.

Somewhere mundane, safe.

I pray that this a dream.

I pray that this note will be gone in the morning.

-Hidden in the bible.

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.