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.

The Haunted Hotel Project- Mammoth Lakes

 

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I woke up, it was late. 

I rolled over and checked my phone, and in the ghost light, I saw myself.

Except, I was sitting up.

The other me told me that the woman lying next to me wasn’t my wife.

He said that my real wife was trapped behind the mirror.

He said, the only way to free her was to kill the woman sleeping next to me.

I was wrong to do that.

She is not my real wife.  

– Hidden in the bible.

The Haunted Hotel Project- San Francisco

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I saw my name in the elevator.

It’s not a registry of the living on the elevator walls, it’s a registry of the dead.

I can feel the pull of this place.

It’s like a tide.

The people here are all dead.

They move behind the mirrors.

I hear them at night; a low moan just below the noise of the AC.

The banging on the walls is them pushing into this world.

Your world.

– Hidden in the bible