A haunted hotel where guests never check out.

The Grand Hotel had been around for over a century, but in recent times it had come known as the most haunted hostel in the world. Guests had reported seeing apparitions wandering the halls, hail ghostly whispers in their apartments, and feeling icy breath on the reverse of their necks. Despite all the warnings, the hostel continued to attract excursionists from each over the world, eager to witness the exhilaration of staying in a haunted hostel.

Jessica and her hubby were one similar couple. They had heard about the Grand Hotel's character and decided to spend their honeymoon there. As soon as they arrived, they were saluted by the hostel's director, a haggard man with sunken eyes who looked like he had not slept in days.

" Drink to the Grand Hotel," he said, his voice slightly above a tale." I hope you enjoy your stay."

Jessica and her hubby checked in and were shown to their room, which was located on the top bottom of the hostel. As they made their way down the dimly lit hallway, Jessica could not help but feel a sense of apprehension. The walls were lined with old oils that sounded to follow her with their eyes, and she could hear strange noises coming from the apartments on either side of hers.

When they eventually reached their room, Jessica's hubby turned the key in the cinch and opened the door. The room was dark, but they could make out the shape of a large four- bill bed in the center of the room. As they stepped outside, the door slammed shut behind them, causing Jessica to jump.

" What was that?" she asked, her voice pulsing.

" I do not know," her hubby said, trying to sound stalwart." presumably just the wind."

But there was no wind. The room was fully still.

As they got ready for bed, Jessica could not shake the feeling that they were being watched. She kept looking over her shoulder, awaiting to see someone or commodity lurking in the murk. But each time she turned around, there was nothing there.

ultimately, they both fell asleep, exhausted from their peregrination. But their rest was short- lived. In the middle of the night, they were both awakened by a loud banging on their door. Jessica's hubby got up to probe, but when he opened the door, there was no bone

there.

That is when they heard the whispers. At first, they were just faint murmurs, but also they grew louder and more distinct. Jessica could not make out what they were saying, but they sounded angry, like they were scolding her for commodity.

And also they saw the ghost. It was a youthful girl, no further than ten times old, with long black hair and a white gown. She was standing at the bottom of their bed, gaping at them with empty eyes.

Jessica and her hubby screamed and tried to run, but the door wouldn't budge. It was like commodity was holding it shut from the other side.

They were trapped.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Jessica and her hubby were still trapped in the Grand Hotel, unfit to leave. They tried everything they could suppose of to escape, but nothing worked. They were captures in their own room.

And they were not alone. Other guests had faded over the times, noway to be seen again. The Grand Hotel had come a place of agonies, a place where people went to die.

As for Jessica and her hubby, they were abnegated to their fate. They had given up all stopgap of ever leaving the hostel, of ever seeing their families again. They were just another couple, trapped ever in the haunted halls of the Grand Hotel.

The days turned into an endless cycle of fear and despair. Every night they would hear the whispers, see the ghostly girl, and feel the icy touch of commodity unseen. Jessica and her hubby slightly slept, too hysterical of what might be if they closed their eyes.

The hostel staff noway came to check on them, noway brought them food or water. They were fully cut off from the outside world. Jessica tried calling for help, but the phone was dead. She tried using her cell phone, but there was no signal.

And also, one day, commodity changed. Jessica woke up to find her hubby gone. She searched the room, but he was nowhere to be set up. She called out his name, but there was no answer.

As she frenetically searched for her hubby, she realized that the door was open. It was like someone had eventually decided to release them from their captivity.

Jessica cautiously stepped out into the hallway, her heart pounding in her casket. The hallway was empty, but she could hear strange noises coming from the other apartments. She followed the sound and soon set up herself standing in front of a door that had been locked since they arrived.

Without thinking, she pushed the door open and stepped outside. What she saw made her laugh.

The room was filled with the ghosts of all the people who had faded from the hostel over the times. They were all gaping at her with blank eyes, their faces twisted in agony.

And also she saw her hubby. He was sitting in a corner, his eyes glazed over, murmuring to himself. He did not indeed feel to fete her.

Jessica knew also that they would noway leave the Grand Hotel. They would be trapped there ever, like all the other guests who had checked in and noway checked out. They would come just another ghostly presence hanging the halls of the most haunted hostel in the world.

From that day on, Jessica was noway seen again. Some say she and her hubby were absorbed by the ghosts of the Grand Hotel, getting a part of its haunted history. Others say they were suitable to escape and start a new life nearly far down, but they noway spoke of their experience again.

Anyhow of what happed to Jessica and her hubby, the Grand Hotel remains a place of terror, a place where guests check in but noway check out. It's a memorial that some effects are better left alone, that the history can come back to hang us in ways we noway imagined. And for those stalwart enough to enter its doors, they should guard , for the Grand Hotel will noway let them go.