The Haunted Hotel Project- Liverpool.



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.


                                                                         140 doesn’t exist.

It’s a cage.


An innocuous hell.

-Hidden in the bible

The Haunted Hotel Project-Wales- 2012.


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

The Haunted Hotel Project- Nottingham


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The woman clothed in alabaster skin comes in the dark.


Her black fingers quiver as she shiver-shakes from the bathroom.


My queen wears a crown of wounds under her white hair.


She notices me.


If you turn the light off, she will come shortly after midnight. With the window flung open, so that she is bathed in moonlight.


I pray she comes close and lays her dark hands on me.


I want to feel the dead mouth, to receive the kiss of the grave.


I wish to be her host.    


– Hidden under the fan in the room

Haunted Hotel Project- St Ives


Don’t look at the kids standing at the treeline.

Don’t talk to them.

Don’t shout out to them.

They aren’t children really.

If they turn and look at you, you will see.

No eyes, just teeth.

Then, they start to bang on the walls.

Something happened in the cabin. Well, in the place where this cabin was built.

Something wrong.

They bang on the walls like it’s a game.

They are playing with you.

They don’t need to wait to come in.

They just need you to look.

They just need you to see them standing in a neat line, like a row of small trees and lit by the light of the moon.

They just need you to notice them and call out in fright or in love.

They enter through the mirrors on the last night and they stand in the corner of the room.

Don’t talk to them.

Don’t shout out to them in fright or in love.

They will devour you.

– Hidden in the boiler cupboard of holiday chalet.

Haunted Hotel Project- Hilton Hotel

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In the lift, I met a girl. 

She was pale, looked scared. 

I asked if she was okay, and she smiled a smile that said, “no, not really.” 

The lift took a long time, so we got to chatting. Her name is Elizabeth Black. She said she was on her honeymoon. 

Later, I saw her again. She looked wet, soaked through. I asked her if she had fallen in the pool, and she said she couldn’t remember. 

We rode the lift together again and I asked her what room she was staying in. 

She said 3204. 

“You must be mistaken,” I said. “That’s my room.”

But she was sure. She said she had been there for a long time.

She said she had been waiting for me.

I can’t leave. 

Help me. 

-Hidden in the bureau.

The Haunted Hotel Project- Nottingham



haunted hotel notDo not stay here. 

Do not stay in this room, this hotel, or anywhere near here. 

It was late when I saw the hands out of the corner of my eye. 

Pale skin, with black fingers. 

I am not insane. 

I could hear them under the bed. 

I woke up the next morning covered in scratches. 

I dreamt of grave worms in the empty eye socket of a man I’ve never met. 

I know he knows me now. 

Don’t stay here. 

-Hidden under the safe in the room.