...Title: The Sixth Floor....
..."Welcome to the Patterson's motel, on the 4th floor, there's 2 beds and 1 TV with a bathroom and a small kitchen. John Lee Carson age 46 killed himself with a gun and his girlfriend with an axe on this very bed."...
...I said into the recorder, my words echoed through the room like thunder, each syllable infused with a palpable intensity that held everyone's attention captive....
..."They say the reason why he killed her is because he was doing a sacrifice, but what for?" My voice carried a weight of mysteriousness, as if i already held the answer within my grasp. ...
..."Stay tuned for the horrors that await in this hunting place," I announced, my voice tinged with theatricality. With a click, i ended the recording, shedding my facade and collapsing onto the bed, exhaustion weighing heavy on my weary frame....
...Lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, my phone suddenly rang. I reached out to answer it. "Hello?"...
..."I've stumbled upon another location worth investigating," he explained eagerly. "Quick, fire up your laptop. It's the perfect material for your book."...
..."Okay, what's the name of it?" I asked, my curiosity piqued....
..."Ah, it's called 'The Grand Dolphin Hotel'," he replied, the excitement evident in his voice....
..."Hmm, I'll definitely look into it," I responded, already intrigued by the prospect....
..."I'm gonna have to call you back. I'm about to look it up right now," I said, reaching into my bag for my Samsung laptop as I hung up....
...I powered on my laptop, greeted by the familiar welcome screen. Navigating to Google, I typed in "Grand Dolphin Hotel" to begin my search....
...As I scrolled through the search results, my eyes landed on a striking image of 'The Grand Dolphin Hotel.' Its majestic presence dominated the skyline, a tall skyscraper adorned in regal white and gold. Gargoyle statues perched on each corner of the roof, their dragon-like wings and pointed ears carved meticulously in stone. Amidst the bustling cityscape, the Grand Dolphin Hotel stood as a beacon of beauty and elegance. Intrigued, I noted the address: 456 East End Avenue, New York, NY 10021. ...
..."New York," I uttered, my surprise evident in my tone. "Now let's see what's so mysterious about the Grand Dolphin Hotel," I muttered to myself, my curiosity piqued as I eagerly anticipated unraveling its enigmatic allure....
...My fingers pressed against the keys as I typed, 'Grand Dolphin Hotel history' I clicked search and waited for the results, when it finally popped up I gotten more then what I bargained for, the first thing that caught my eye was the article, 'Do NOT go on the 6th floor here's why' I stared at the text before me, being skeptical I shrugged the warning knowing i don't believe in Ghosts, nor demons. ...
...I finally clicked on the article and what I got was intriguing. ...
...**Unraveling the Enigma of the Grand Dolphin Hotel**...
...'The Grand Dolphin Hotel, a prominent fixture in New York City, has captivated the imaginations of locals and tourists alike for generations. Established by Steven Hanks on October 6, 1906, and opened to the public on December 6, 1966, this historic landmark holds more than just luxurious accommodations—it holds a dark secret....
...The hotel's sixth floor has become infamous over the years, its history marred by a series of inexplicable tragedies. One such incident occurred in room 69, where Henry Morrison, a 34-year-old college professor, was discovered dead with a knife in hand. Despite investigators ruling it a suicide, speculation surrounding the circumstances of his demise persisted and he also was the only one on the 6th floor....
...The sixth floor garnered further attention in 1934 when it was dubbed the "devil's floor" due to its association with the number six, reminiscent of the biblical 666. However, the true horror unfolded when 200 individuals staying on the sixth floor were tragically found dead the following day, all having taken their own lives. This shocking event led to the temporary closure of the hotel as authorities grappled with the inexplicable loss of life....
...Upon reopening, the hotel took drastic measures to address the haunting rumors surrounding the sixth floor. It remained sealed off to guests, shrouded in mystery and speculation. While some dismiss the notion of a haunted hotel as mere superstition, others remain wary of the chilling warnings associated with the Grand Dolphin Hotel's sixth floor, till this day the Grand dolphin hotel remained open.'...
..."Sounds interesting, this will definitely boost my book sales," I remarked to myself, a sense of anticipation tingling within me....
..."This room is definitely not haunted," I assured myself, casting a quick glance around the room to dispel any lingering doubts. With a sense of determination, I made the decision to retire for the night, knowing that big plans awaited me at the Grand Dolphin Hotel....
...Awoken by the incessant beeping of my alarm clock, I swung my hand to silence the intrusive sound. Despite my efforts, a wave of drowsiness and lightheadedness washed over me as I struggled to fully awaken. Squinting at my phone, I noted the time flashing 10:45 AM, confirming my lateness. ...
...Rubbing my eyes to banish the lingering blur of sleep, I reluctantly rose from the bed, my movements sluggish. With a sigh, I retrieved my bag from the adjacent bed, where it lay patiently waiting. Hastily gathering my essentials, I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste before shuffling towards the bathroom, the promise of a refreshing routine beckoning me forward....
...After finishing my morning routine, I grabbed my bag and phone from the dresser and made my way out of the bathroom. As I walked, a sense of purpose stirred within me I remembered my unfinished recording, but the previous story felt lackluster. However, the allure of the Grand Dolphin Hotel promised excitement and intrigue, making it the perfect subject to captivate my audience....
...Stepping into the elevator, I pressed the button for the first floor, accompanied by the familiar beep signaling its descent. Upon reaching my destination, the doors slid open with another beep, and I made my way to the front desk to inform the attendant of my intention to check out....
..."Hello, how can I assist you today, Mr. Blackwood?" she greeted with a professional demeanor, her tone crisp and businesslike....
..."Yes, I would like to check out. I'm heading out today," I replied, eager to begin my next adventure....
..."Of course, what's your room number?" She asked, her tone polite yet professional....
..."Room 122," I replied, stating my room number with clarity....
...As she began typing on her keyboard, the satisfying clicks filled the air. "Okay, Mr. Blackwood, that would be $133," she replied, her voice maintaining its professional tone....
...I reached into my pocket, retrieving my wallet, and proceeded to count out the necessary amount. Once the cash was in hand, I handed it over to her, completing the transaction....
..."Thank you for staying at Patterson Motel. Have a safe trip," she said, offering a warm smile as I prepared to depart....
...Walking out into the parking lot, I reached for my keys and pressed the unlock button, eliciting a satisfying beep. Making my way to my car, I dropped my bag onto the passenger seat before sliding into the driver's seat of my black Toyota. With a smooth motion, I closed the door and inserted the keys into the ignition, twisting them to bring the car to life....
...I shifted the car into reverse, checking my mirrors before carefully maneuvering out of the parking spot. Once clear, I drove off, ready to embark on the next leg of my journey....
...Arriving at my workplace, PageTurner Solutions, I parked on the side and switched off the engine. Retrieving my bag from the passenger seat, I stepped out of the car, ensuring to lock it before making my way onto the bustling sidewalk. With purposeful strides, I entered the building, navigating my way up the stairs to the left and opening the door into my workplace....
...Upon entering PageTurner Solutions, the air hummed with creative energy. Natural light flooded the spacious room, casting a warm glow over the modern furnishings. Desks lined the perimeter, each adorned with stacks of manuscripts and bustling with activity. In one corner, a group of editors huddled around a conference table, engaged in lively discussion. The walls were adorned with colorful posters showcasing upcoming book releases, while shelves groaned under the weight of countless volumes. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement, a testament to the passion and dedication of those who called this place home....
...As I sank into my chair, exhaustion weighed heavily upon me, prompting me to rest my head on the desk. The rhythmic sound of approaching footsteps signaled the arrival of my friend, their familiar cadence offering a sense of comfort....
..."Ayy Alex, what's up? Did you go fishing already with your paranormal investigation?" my friend exclaimed, his tone playful and lively....
...I lifted my head, my expression still marked by weariness. "Nah, I didn't. It was boring, to be honest," I replied, my voice rough from fatigue....
..."So, what's next then?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips, his demeanor friendly and inviting....
..."I got a call from my boss," I replied, offering a brief smile. "He told me I should investigate the Grand Dolphin Hotel."...
..."Oh, I remember that place," he chuckled, a hint of apprehension in his tone. "I heard so many stories about it as a kid. But I'll tell you what, Alex, I'm not about to go investigating anything paranormal, especially not something as big as the Grand Dolphin Hotel. Two hundred people killing themselves on the 6th floor? Hell nah," he exclaimed, his laughter tinged with unease....
..."Well, as a white writer with nothing else to do with my life, I see it as a win," I replied, joining in with a short laugh....
..."Is there food in the lounge? I'm a little hungry," I inquired, feeling the pang of hunger gnawing at me....
..."Yeah, they brought donuts. There's about, I don't know, 6 or 7 boxes," he replied casually....
..."I might steal them all, not gonna lie," I said humorously, with a chuckle....
..."Well, you know me, I saw nothing," he quipped, turning around and walking off. I chuckled quietly to myself before heading out to the lunch room....
...Making my way out, I walked to the end of the hall and turned right, heading towards the first door labeled Food Lounge. Grabbing the door knob, it clicked and let me in....
...The room was eerily empty as I stepped inside, the only sound being the faint hum of the air conditioner. Six tables sat scattered around the room, with an icebox nestled in one corner and a microwave perched on the counter. The tantalizing aroma of freshly baked donuts wafted from the countertop where they lay in tempting piles....
...Without hesitation, I approached the donuts, selecting four of them before grabbing a plate and warming them up in the microwave. Once they were heated to perfection, I carefully placed them on my plate and tidied up the area before making my way back to my desk, ready to enjoy my meal....
...Sitting at my desk, I finished my food and wiped my hands clean with napkins before using hand sanitizer to cleanse them thoroughly. As I looked up, I noticed my boss entering the room, his smile widening upon seeing me, clearly pleased to see me....
...As he approached, my boss inquired, "Have you made room reservations yet?"...
..."Not yet, I was just eating. I'll call them up now. What's the number?" I replied....
...My boss reached for his phone to show look up the number, and as my fingers danced across the screen, he called out the digits, "409-455-8756."...
..."Alright, got it, I'll put it on speaker too." I affirmed, punching in the numbers and pressing enter as the phone buzzed, awaiting a response....
...---...
...[Phone answers]...
...Automated Voice: Thank you for calling the Grand Dolphin Hotel, where luxury meets elegance. For reservations, press 1. For room service, press 2. For concierge assistance, press 3. For all other inquiries, press 4....
...[User presses 4]...
...Automated Voice: Thank you for choosing to speak with our guest services team. Please hold while we connect you....
...[Soft instrumental music plays]...
...Automated Voice: Your call is important to us. All our representatives are currently assisting other guests. Please continue to hold, and we'll be with you shortly....
...[After a brief pause]...
...Automated Voice: Thank you for your patience. You are now being connected to a member of our guest services team....
...[Call connects]...
...Guest Services Representative: "Good evening, and thank you for calling the Grand Dolphin Hotel. My name is Miss Brooks. How may I assist you today?"...
...User: "Hello, I would like to rent a room."...
...Guest Services Representative: "Of course, sir! Thank you for choosing the Grand Dolphin Hotel. May I have your name and the dates you'd like to reserve a room for?"...
...User: "My name is Alex Blackwood. I would like to book a room for today, May 23. Preferably on the 6th floor," I replied over the phone, conveying my request clearly....
...Guest Services Representative: "Thank you, Mr. Blackwood, for providing your information. We can certainly accommodate your request for a room on May 23rd. However, I must inform you that due to ongoing renovations, the sixth floor is currently unavailable for reservations. Would you prefer a room on a different floor?"...
...User: "No, thanks. I specifically want a room on the 6th floor," I asserted firmly, reiterating my preference to the person on the other end of the line....
...Guest Services Representative: "I understand your preference, Mr. Blackwood. However, I'm afraid the sixth floor is temporarily closed for renovations, and we are unable to accommodate any reservations for that floor at the moment. Is there any other floor you would consider?"...
...Confusion clouded my expression as I glanced at my boss, only to find his demeanor shifting to one of anger. ...
...With a soft whisper, he uttered, "Let me take the phone." ...
...User: "Hello, this is his boss. What seems to be the issue?" my boss inquired, his demeanor radiating authority as he took control of the situation....
...Guest Services Representative: "Hello, sir. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it seems we may have lost the connection momentarily. As I was explaining to Mr. Blackwood, the sixth floor is currently undergoing renovations and is unavailable for reservations. Would you like me to assist you with any other inquiries?"...
...User: "No, he specifically asked for the 6th floor. Give him what he requested, or we'll take this to court," he asserted firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation....
...Guest Services Representative: "I understand your concern, sir. However, for the safety and comfort of our guests, we cannot accommodate reservations for the sixth floor at this time. We have a wide range of other luxurious rooms available on different floors that I would be happy to assist Mr. Blackwood in booking. Can I help you with any other arrangements?"...
...User: "Connect me to your boss. I have something to say to him," he demanded with authority, his tone brooking no argument....
...Guest Services Representative: "Of course, sir. Please hold for a moment while I connect you to my supervisor."...
...[The call is placed on hold]...
...Supervisor: "This is Mr Hawkins. How may I assist you?"...
...User: "My worker asked for a room on the 6th floor, and your front desk lady isn't letting him have the room." He responded....
...Supervisor: "I apologize for any inconvenience, sir. However, as I'm sure my colleague explained, the sixth floor is currently closed for renovations. We prioritize the safety and comfort of our guests, and unfortunately, we cannot make exceptions at this time. I understand your concerns, and I assure you that we have a wide range of other luxurious rooms available on different floors. Is there anything else I can assist you with?"...
...User: "He's a journalist, and you have to accommodate his request for the room. It's essential for his job, so give him the room, or I'll take you to court. It's the law, so you have to comply," he demanded assertively, citing legal obligation....
...Supervisor: "I understand your concerns, sir. Given the importance of Mr. Blackwood's work as a journalist, we are willing to make an exception and accommodate his request for the sixth floor. However, I must emphasize that this decision is solely for this particular circumstance and does not set a precedent for future reservations. Thank you for bringing this to our attention, and we appreciate your understanding."...
...User: "That's what I thought," he replied, his tone filled with satisfaction as the matter was resolved in our favor....
...Supervisor: "Certainly, sir. When Mr. Blackwood arrives, he can inform the front desk, and we will arrange for him to meet with me in my office. Is there a specific time that works best for him, or should we coordinate upon his arrival?"...
...User: "Yes, he'll be there now," my boss responded, acknowledging the directive....
...Supervisor: "Thank you for confirming, sir. We look forward to Mr. Blackwood's arrival. If you have any further questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to reach out. Have a pleasant day."...
...[The supervisor hangs up the call.]...
..."Wow, they were hard to convince," I remarked with a short laugh, relieved that the matter had been resolved....
..."Well, it's best you get down there now since we told him you'll be there immediately. And be safe too," my boss reiterated, underscoring the importance of both promptness and safety....
..."Alright," I said, rising from my seat. I grabbed my bag and keys from my desk before making my way downstairs to my car. Sitting in the driver's seat, I took a moment to look up the address, mindful of the fact that I lived in New Haven....
...On my way to the hotel, I found myself waiting at a traffic light. From where I sat, I could already see the Grand Dolphin Hotel towering in the distance, its brilliance standing out amidst the surrounding buildings. Now, I understood why they called it The Grand Dolphin Hotel—it truly was a marvel....
...As the light turned green, I pressed the gas pedal, making my way towards the hotel entrance. Pulling into the driveway, I was greeted by a hotel assistant dressed in impeccable attire....
..."May I take your car, sir?" he asked in a professional tone....
..."Of course, just don't scratch my car," I replied, tossing him the keys as I stepped out of the vehicle. Walking towards the entrance, as I walking inside I was welcomed by the golden glass doors, which opened to reveal a luxurious red carpet, inviting me into the opulent surroundings of the Grand Dolphin Hotel....
...As I stepped through the golden glass doors of the Grand Dolphin Hotel, I found myself enveloped in an atmosphere of opulence and grandeur. The lobby stretched out before me, adorned with lavish furnishings and intricate details that spoke of luxury....
...To my left, a gleaming marble reception desk stood, manned by impeccably dressed staff ready to assist guests with their needs. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm and inviting glow over the space. The walls were adorned with ornate artwork and intricate tapestries, adding to the sense of elegance....
...In the center of the lobby, a grand piano took pride of place. Its polished surface gleamed under the soft lighting, and the rich tones of classical music filled the air as a skilled pianist played with effortless grace. The melody danced through the room, adding to the ambiance and elevating the experience for guests....
...Around the perimeter of the lobby, plush seating arrangements beckoned weary travelers to rest and relax. Luxurious sofas and armchairs upholstered in rich fabrics provided a comfortable place to unwind, while occasional tables adorned with fresh flowers and elegant décor added a touch of sophistication....
...As I took in the sight of the lobby, I couldn't help but be impressed by the attention to detail and the sense of refinement that permeated every corner. The Grand Dolphin Hotel truly lived up to its name, offering a luxurious and unforgettable experience from the moment guests stepped through its doors....
...The roof of the Grand Dolphin Hotel's lobby soared overhead, a masterpiece of architectural design. Constructed of intricately carved wood and adorned with delicate moldings, it created a sense of grandeur and spaciousness. The ceiling rose to great heights, supported by elegant columns that added to the room's majestic ambiance....
...Hanging from the ceiling were several magnificent chandeliers, each a work of art in its own right. Crafted from sparkling crystal and intricately wrought metal, they cascaded from the ceiling in a dazzling display of opulence. The chandeliers cast a warm, inviting glow over the lobby, their light reflecting off the polished marble floors below....
...As guests moved through the lobby, they couldn't help but be captivated by the beauty and grandeur of the chandeliers, their twinkling lights adding to the magical atmosphere of the Grand Dolphin Hotel. Whether admiring the intricate details of the ceiling or basking in the soft glow of the chandeliers, visitors were sure to be transported to a world of luxury and sophistication....
...Walking up to the desk, I stood in line behind a lady, patiently waiting my turn. After a few minutes, it was finally my chance to speak....
..."Hello, I paid for a room on the 6th floor. I was told you're supposed to lead me to your boss or the owner of the place," I said, maintaining a professional demeanor....
...She nodded and grabbed the phone, dialing a number. "Hello, Mr. Hawkins? He's here for the 6th floor," she said into the receiver. After a brief pause, she listened to the response before replying, "Yeah, of course. I'll let him know." Hanging up the phone, she looked up at me with a professional smile....
..."He'll be up shortly. Make sure you take a seat. Thank you for coming to the Grand Dolphin Hotel," she said, her smile warm and welcoming....
...I returned her smile and complied with her request, making my way to a seat in the lobby. As I settled into the comfortable chair, I immersed myself in the soothing strains of classical piano music that echoed through the room, reminiscent of tunes from the '80s. The elegant melody filled the air, transporting me to a world of tranquility and refinement as I awaited Mr. Hawkins's arrival....
...After a few minutes of waiting, I was greeted by Mr. Hawkins. "Nice to meet you, sir," he said, extending his hand for a handshake....
...I reached out my hand to give him a handshake, and as i was going to introduce myself, he cut me off....
..."I already know your name. I'm a big fan of your books, Mr. Blackwood," he said with a smile, releasing my hand....
..."Come with me to my office to discuss further details," he said, motioning for me to follow him....
...As I followed him to his office, it took us a couple of minutes to reach our destination, as his office was located on the first floor of the hotel....
...We arrived at his office, and he opened the door, gesturing towards a seat at his desk....
...In Mr. Hawkins' windowless office, the atmosphere was more intimate and focused. Soft overhead lighting illuminated the space, casting a warm and inviting glow. The walls were adorned with elegant artwork, adding a touch of sophistication to the room....
...The centerpiece of the office was undoubtedly Mr. Hawkins' mahogany desk, which dominated the space with its stately presence. Behind the desk, a sleek leather chair stood, inviting guests to take a seat and engage in conversation. ...
...A small bookshelf against one wall held a selection of reference materials and industry literature, reflecting Mr. Hawkins' dedication to his profession. A few tasteful decorative pieces adorned the shelves, adding a personal touch to the space....
...Overall, while lacking in natural light, Mr. Hawkins' office still exuded an aura of professionalism and refinement, providing a comfortable and conducive environment for conducting business discussions....
...Sitting down, Mr. Hawkins retrieved a key from his drawer and unlocked a safe situated in the corner of the room. With a practiced hand, he swung open the heavy door and reached inside, pulling out a large file from within....
...Seated across from Mr. Hawkins, I maintained a calm and composed demeanor, though inwardly I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. I met his gaze steadily, waiting for him to speak, knowing deep down what he would likely say. Despite the charade, I was prepared to play along, ready to engage in whatever discussion lay ahead....
..."In that file, Mr. Blackwood, there is some disturbing information, and I want to be honest with you. I promise you, you do not want to stay on the 6th floor. I urge you to take a look at those files so it can help you change your mind," Mr. Hawkins said with a straight face, his tone serious and convincing, maintaining a professional demeanor....
...As Mr. Hawkins slid the file across the desk to me, I reached out and grabbed it, feeling a sense of apprehension as I opened it to the very first page. My eyes fell upon an image of a janitor, the photo appearing to be from 1967 or around that time. What was shocking about the image was that the janitor seemed to have managed to stab himself in the throat with a broom....
..."Wow," I muttered, my reaction a mix of shock and disbelief....
..."Yeah, it can be overwhelming. He was found dead six days later," Mr. Hawkins explained, his expression serious and somber....
..."Where was he found?" I questioned, my curiosity piqued....
..."Near the elevator. It took a while to get rid of the blood stains," he answered, his tone grave....
...I turned to the next page, and my eyes fell upon a chilling image. A man in a suit with a tie lay sprawled on the ground, his arms slit open, as if with a knife....
..."And that," Mr. Hawkins explained, his voice tinged with solemnity, "is Professor Peterson. He was found dead in room 211 on the 6th floor. Law enforcement ruled it as a suicide."...
...I flipped to the next page, and a heart-wrenching scene greeted my eyes. In the photograph were two children, a boy and a girl, along with a woman who appeared to be their mother. The boy looked to be around 14 or 15 years old, while the girl seemed to be about 7 or 9. The mother, who appeared to be in her 40s, lay lifeless on the ground outside of the hotel. Her face was partially mangled from the fall, and her limbs appeared broken from the impact with the concrete pavement....
...Beside her, the two children was hung limply from a rope, their necks bearing clear marks from where the rope had constricted them....
..."The mother killed herself; she jumped out the window. The two kids hung themselves using a rope," Mr. Hawkins explained, his voice heavy with sorrow as he recounted the tragic events....
..."But I urge you not to stay on the 6th floor. It's very dangerous," Mr. Hawkins reiterated, his tone filled with genuine concern....
..."I'm still gonna go. I don't believe it's anything supernatural. Trust me," I responded firmly, standing by my decision and dismissing their tales as mere superstition....
..."At least take the file with you," Mr. Hawkins requested....
..."Sure thing, Mr. Hawkins," I replied, nodding in agreement as I picked up the file and tucked it under my arm....
...Mr. Hawkins opened his drawer and retrieved an old-fashioned key, clearly not one for the modern electric keypads used on hotel room doors. ...
..."Modern electric keypads don't work on any of the doors on the 6th floor. I'm not going to accompany you there, but I'll take you there," he explained, his expression serious as he handed me the key....
...As we walked out, Mr. Hawkins led me to an elevator. We entered together, and a lady joined us. She pressed the button for floor 10 before exiting the elevator. Once she left, Mr. Hawkins guided his finger to the button marked six. It stood out from the others, with its old-fashioned design, contrasting with the modern blue LED buttons for the other floors....
...Riding the elevator, I found myself fixated on the digital display as it counted down from 10 to 6. Each number seemed to pass by agonizingly slowly, heightening the sense of anticipation and unease that gripped me. With each ding marking our descent, my heart seemed to beat a little faster. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the elevator came to a halt. The doors slid open with a drawn-out creak, revealing the ominous sixth floor beyond....
...Looking out, the sixth floor appeared deceptively ordinary, with rows of room doors lining each side of the hallway. The corridor itself was clean and well-maintained, yet it seemed strangely devoid of life, eerily quiet in contrast to the bustling activity of the floors below. The carpet, with its old-school design, evoked a sense of nostalgia, giving off an unmistakable '80s vibe that added to the surreal atmosphere of the floor. Despite its outward appearance of normalcy, an underlying sense of unease lingered in the air....
...I caught a glimpse of the wallpaper lining the hallway. It was a riot of color and pattern, with geometric shapes in various shades of beige and brown, accented by bursts of mustard yellow and burnt orange. The design repeated in a dizzying array of shapes, creating a mesmerizing visual effect that seemed to dance before my eyes. Despite its outdated appearance, there was a certain nostalgic charm to the wallpaper, a relic of a bygone era frozen in time within the walls of the Grand Dolphin Hotel....
..."Last chance to turn back," Mr. Hawkins said, his words carrying a weighty air of foreboding....
...Ignoring Mr. Hawkins' ominous warning, I stepped out of the elevator onto the sixth floor. Pausing, I turned around to ask one final question....
..."What's my room number?" I inquired....
..."Room 144," he replied tersely, his expression unreadable as he pressed the button to close the elevator doors. With a soft chime, the doors slid shut, leaving me alone in the eerily quiet hallway....
...As I walked towards my room door, a sense of unease settled over me like a heavy shroud. Mr. Hawkins' warnings echoed in my mind, casting a shadow of doubt and apprehension over my decision to stay on the sixth floor. Every step felt heavier, every creak of the floorboards seemed to amplify the silence that enveloped me. Despite my attempts to brush off the feeling, an eerie chill ran down my spine, and I couldn't shake the nagging sense of foreboding that lingered in the air....
...As I approached my room, my senses heightened, and I noticed a woman in a white, old-fashioned gown, cradling a baby as she disappeared into the room next to mine. The sound of the baby's cries pierced the air, echoing down the hallway until the door closed behind her. ...
...Confusion clouded my thoughts. Hadn't Mr. Hawkins assured me that no one else was on this floor? I stood frozen in place, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me....
...I kept walking towards my destination, I carefully retrieved the keys from my pocket, ensuring not to drop the file tucked under my arm. With trembling hands, I inserted the key into the lock of my room 144. The click of the lock turning seemed to reverberate through the quiet hallway....
...Taking a deep breath, I grasped the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open, steeling myself for whatever awaited me on the other side....
...As I opened the door wider, I stepped into the hotel room and took in my surroundings. It appeared to be a standard, albeit slightly outdated, room. The wallpaper featured intriguing geometric shapes, lending the space a retro charm. The walls were painted a somber shade of dark grey, adding to the room's subdued atmosphere....
...In the center of the room, a couch and recliner sat opposite each other, flanking a small table. A modest 12 inch TV hung on the wall, its plastic casing showing signs of wear and tear. On either side of the TV hung paintings one depicting a serene cruise ship with passengers enjoying their vacation, while the other depicted the very room I was standing in, every detail meticulously captured with uncanny precision. ...
...Despite the familiarity of the scene, a sense of unease lingered in the air, casting a shadow over the otherwise ordinary room....
...I made my way towards the bedroom area located at the back of the room, noting the absence of a door separating it from the main living space. Another TV, noticeably older in model, greeted me, evoking a sense of nostalgia with its 1960s design....
...The bed, lightly made up with three neatly arranged pillows, stood as the centerpiece of the bedroom. Despite the inviting appearance, a subtle sense of disquiet lingered in the air, amplifying the feeling of unease that had been gnawing at me since my arrival on the sixth floor....
...With recorder in hand, I began to document my surroundings, each click and whirr capturing the essence of the mysterious sixth floor of the Grand Dolphin Hotel. ...
..."Hello everyone, my name is Alex Blackwood, and I'm here to investigate the enigmatic sixth floor of the Grand Dolphin Hotel, also known as the devil's floor," I announced, my voice taking on a mysterious tone to captivate my audience. With every word, I aimed to draw my listeners deeper into the unfolding mystery of this notorious location....
..."Talking to the boss who runs the place, you guys are going to love this one. So, he showed me a file detailing every person who took their own lives on the sixth floor of the Grand Dolphin Hotel. Let me tell you, I'm not that convinced. I've been here for a while now, and nothing really happened," I replied, injecting a note of skepticism into my voice. Despite the ominous reputation of the sixth floor, I remained steadfast in my belief that there was more to the story than meets the eye....
..."Finna check the bathroom," I muttered into the recording, my voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. With each step, I inched closer to unraveling the secrets that lay hidden within the walls of the Grand Dolphin Hotel's infamous sixth floor....
...Entering the bathroom, I found it to be surprisingly ordinary, with no immediate signs of the macabre or supernatural. The tiles were a dull shade of white, slightly worn with age but otherwise clean and well-maintained. A standard bathtub stood against one wall, accompanied by a modest shower curtain. The sink, adorned with a simple mirror above, appeared functional but unremarkable. As I surveyed the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment perhaps I had expected too much, or perhaps the true horrors of the sixth floor were yet to reveal themselves....
..."So I guess there's nothing weird about the bathroom, no paranormal activity. I knew it," I muttered into the recording, my disappointment evident in my tone. Clicking off the recording, I turned my attention to the room, only to be met with an unexpected sound—a faint melody drifting from a radio outside the bathroom. ...
...The music, old-school jazz with piano and clarinet, filled the air, creating an eerie atmosphere that sent shivers down my spine. Unsure of how the radio had turned on by itself, I cautiously approached the sound, leaving out the bathroom my eyes darting around the empty room for any sign of movement. The radio sat innocently on the drawer next to the alarm clock, its display flashing 12:00 PM in an endless loop....
...I stood there, my gaze fixed on the radio, its haunting melody filling the room. With a sense of trepidation, I clicked on my recorder once more. "The radio is playing, and somehow it turned on by itself," I spoke into the recording, my voice betraying a mixture of confusion and unease. As I continued to watch the device, a chill crept up my spine, leaving me to wonder what other secrets the sixth floor of the Grand Dolphin Hotel held within its grasp. ...
...With cautious steps, I approached the radio, my eyes scanning its surface for the off button. My hand trembled slightly as I reached out, fingers hovering over the controls. Finally, I located the switch and pressed it firmly, silencing the eerie melody that had filled the room. As the music faded away, a sense of relief washed over me, but the unease lingered, reminding me that there was more to this place than met the eye. ...
...As I looked out the window, my confusion deepened even further. Not only was I not on the sixth floor as I had believed, but I seemed to be far higher than any normal building should be. In fact, I realized with a jolt that I was an astonishing 264 stories above the ground a height that defied the laws of physics and left me reeling with disbelief....
...How could this be possible? Wasn't I on the 6th floor?? It was as if the Grand Dolphin Hotel existed in a realm beyond the constraints of reality, where normal rules no longer applied. As I struggled to comprehend the enormity of what I was witnessing, a sense of dread settled over me, chilling me to the core. Whatever secrets lay hidden within the walls of this mysterious place, it was clear that they were far more sinister and otherworldly than I could have ever imagined. With a trembling hand, I backed away from the window, the implications of my discovery weighing heavily on my mind....
...Going to sit down on the couch, I felt the weight of unease settle heavily upon me. With trembling hands, I reached for my recorder, the familiar device offering a semblance of comfort in the midst of uncertainty. Pressing the record button, I began to speak, my voice shaky with disbelief....
..."So, um, I looked outside from my window, and I swear to you, I ordered a room on the 6th floor. But when I looked down, it doesn't even look like I'm on the 6th floor. It looks like I'm higher than that. I don't know... I think my mind is playing tricks on me," I explained, my words trailing off as I stared out at the window, my unease growing with each passing moment....
...As I sat there, grappling with the impossible reality of my surroundings, I couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister lurked just beyond my understanding. With a heavy heart, I turned off the recorder, unsure of what to do next in this strange and unsettling place....
...Then I heard a song playing very loud from my radio, the lyrics going....
...'Sleep, little girl, cuz when you wake it's gonna be a different world, So close your eyes and say goodbye to spring,'...
...'It's true, this spring is coming to and end,...
...You're not that fragile anymore, I know what's there behind that door And it's just waiting in the wings to pull you in,'...
...'I know you think it's safe in here, inside these insulated walls But I can't hold this house together, not forever, yeah and soon it's gonna fall'...
...The lyrics of the song flooded the room with an unsettling ambiance, their haunting melody echoing off the walls like a chilling whisper from the unknown. As the music played, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over me, a palpable tension that seemed to hang heavy in the air....
...With each verse, the lyrics painted a vivid picture of impending doom, their words dripping with a sense of foreboding that sent shivers down my spine. The imagery they conjured was stark and vivid, evoking a feeling of dread that seemed to seep into every corner of the room....
...As I listened, I couldn't shake the feeling that the song held some deeper meaning, a hidden message buried within its haunting refrain. It was as if the music itself was trying to warn me of the dangers that lurked within the walls of the Grand Dolphin Hotel, urging me to heed its ominous words....
...Despite my best efforts to push aside my growing unease, I found myself unable to ignore the sense of impending danger that hung in the air like a thick fog. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I realized that the song was just the beginning of the mysteries that awaited me in this strange and unsettling place....
...As I rose from the couch, the jarring sound of the song reverberated through the room, its lyrics still echoing in my ears. My gaze landed on the bed, where a solitary chocolate bar lay perched atop the neatly made covers. The sight caught me off guard, as I couldn't recall bringing any snacks with me to the room....
...With the music blaring in the background, I hurried over to the radio, my hands fumbling with the controls in an effort to silence the unnerving melody. As I reached for the off button, my eyes flickered back to the chocolate bar, its presence in the room seeming out of place and inexplicable....
...I couldn't shake the feeling of confusion that washed over me, my mind racing to make sense of the situation. Had someone else entered the room while I was distracted? The thought sent a chill down my spine, and I found myself scanning the room anxiously for any sign of a presence....
...But as I looked around, there was no one else to be seen, no indication that anyone else had been in the room with me. The silence that followed the cessation of the music only served to amplify the sense of unease that lingered in the air, leaving me to grapple with the unsettling mystery of the inexplicable chocolate bar. ...
...As I stepped into the living room, the TV flickered to life of its own accord, emitting a low buzzing noise that filled the air with an eerie static. My heart quickened as I watched the screen, realizing with a sinking feeling that it was playing scenes from my own life....
...The images were all too familiar: the solemn gathering at the funeral, the two caskets side by side, the somber words of the pastor as he recited scripture. It was as if I was reliving those painful moments all over again, the memories cutting through me with a sharp clarity....
...Driven by a mix of fear and disbelief, I hurried over to the TV, my hands shaking as I tried to switch it off. But no matter how many times I pressed the power button, the screen remained illuminated, the haunting images playing on an endless loop....
...Desperate now, I reached for the power cord, intending to unplug the TV and silence its unsettling display. Yet even as I yanked the cord from the wall, the screen continued to glow, the images flickering relentlessly before my eyes....
...Frustration and confusion gnawed at me as I grappled with the inexplicable phenomenon, my mind racing to find a rational explanation for what was happening. Was this some kind of elaborate prank, or had someone somehow gained access to my room and tampered with the electronics?...
...With a sense of unease settling over me, I reached for my recorder, the familiar click of the button filling the room with its mechanical hum. "I don't know what this is," I began, my voice trembling with uncertainty. "How do they know about my family, my life? Is this all part of some twisted show?"...
...But before I could continue, a sudden noise interrupted my thoughts, a sharp banging emanating from the direction of the caskets on the screen. My breath caught in my throat as I watched, transfixed, the figures in the recording turning to face me with empty, emotionless gazes....
...A shiver ran down my spine as I listened to the sound echoing through the room, the weight of the moment pressing down on me with a suffocating intensity. "What..." I whispered, my voice barely audible above the din of my racing heart, as I turned to find the figures on the screen now staring directly at me, their gaze penetrating and unnerving in its intensity....
...With my voice barely rising above a whisper, I uttered, "Are they... staring at me?" My words trembled with fear, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach as I struggled to comprehend the surreal scene unfolding before me....
...Frantically, I scanned the room for a way out, my gaze landing on the phone resting on the bedside table by the window. With trembling hands, I hurried over to it, my fingers fumbling over the buttons as I dialed the front desk, each press sending a jolt of anxiety coursing through me....
...Every second stretched out into an agonizing eternity as I waited for someone to pick up on the other end. The silence seemed to amplify the pounding of my heart as I held the receiver to my ear, straining to hear any sign of life on the line....
...After what felt like an eternity, the phone line crackled to life, and a voice finally answered on the other end....
..."Hello? Front desk, can you hear me?!" I practically shouted into the receiver, my voice trembling with urgency and fear....
...Automated Voice: "This is an automatic voice call. Please press 1 to connect to the front desk."...
...My tripling fingers pressed one. ...
...Operator: "Thank you for calling the Grand Dolphin Hotel. Please stand by while we place you on hold. Your call is important to us. Did you know that our restaurant offers a delectable selection of breakfast options, including fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, and freshly brewed coffee? For a limited time, guests can enjoy a complimentary continental breakfast with their stay. Press 1 to learn more about our breakfast menu."...
...Operator: "Discover the culinary delights of the Grand Dolphin Hotel's renowned restaurant. Indulge in mouthwatering dishes crafted by our talented chefs, from succulent steaks to savory seafood specialties. Don't miss our daily happy hour specials at the bar, featuring handcrafted cocktails and premium wines. For reservations, press 2. To learn about our room service options, press 3. Thank you for choosing the Grand Dolphin Hotel, where every meal is an unforgettable experience." ...
...The automated voice continues to play various advertisements about the hotel's dining options while the caller remains on hold....
...Operator: "Are you craving a satisfying meal after a long day of travel or sightseeing? Look no further than the Grand Dolphin Hotel's room service menu. From gourmet burgers to classic pasta dishes, our extensive menu has something for everyone. Press 4 to place an order for room service directly from your room. And don't forget to inquire about our special promotions and discounts for hotel guests. Thank you for your patience, and we'll be with you shortly."...
...The automated voice continues to play various advertisements about the hotel's dining options while the caller remains on hold....
...Front desk lady: "Hello, this is the front desk. How may I assist you?"...
..."I demand to know what the fuck is going on with my TV and the chocolate! Why the fuck is there a recording of me at a funeral? What kind of twisted game is this? I swear, I will sue all of you if you don't give me some fucking answers! Do you hear me?!" My voice rose in frustration and anger, the fear of the unknown driving my desperation for answers....
...Front Desk Lady: "Are you ready to check out?"...
..."I'm ready to check out, and I want a fucking refund for this nightmare of a stay!" I exclaimed angrily, my patience wearing thin as fear and frustration continued to consume me....
...Front desk lady: we'll send you the things you need to check out....
...I sat down on the floor, feeling a wave of relief wash over me, knowing that someone was finally coming up to me, ...
...After a couple of minutes I heard a knock at my door, broke the tense silence that had settled in the room....
...As I approached the door, my heart raced with anticipation. Opening it slowly, I found a box placed just outside. With caution, I knelt down and began to open it, revealing a rope inside. Suddenly, a voice echoed from the phone, sending shivers down my spine....
...Front Desk Lady: "Are you ready to check out?" ...
...My disbelief turned to horror as I turned towards the phone, my expression filled with shock. "What the fuck," I muttered, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my chest. A wave of nausea washed over me, leaving me feeling numb and helpless....
...Panic engulfed me as I sprinted out the hotel room, down the corridor, passing door after identical door, each bearing the number '144'. My heart raced, and my breath came in ragged gasps. Turning a corner, I expected to find the elevator, but to my horror, it was nowhere to be seen. Frantically, I searched for any sign of escape, but every corridor looked the same, every door identical. "This can't be real," I muttered, my voice barely audible, as I grappled with shock and disbelief, unsure of what was real and what was merely a nightmare....
...I got curious and stopped at one of the doors, I opened it as I stepped through the door, a sense of déjà vu washed over me, and I found myself back in the same hotel room, exactly as I had left it. My belongings lay untouched, the eerie calm of the room mocking my confusion. "Where am I?" I whispered, my voice barely audible in the silence that surrounded me....
...I walked slowly toward the window, my hand trembling as I reached out to grasp the heavy curtains. With a hesitant motion, I pulled them to the side, allowing a sliver of dim light to filter into the room. Peering through the glass, my eyes widened in shock as I beheld the desolate scene outside. The darkness stretched endlessly, devoid of any signs of life or civilization. There were no twinkling lights, no distant sounds of the city—just an overwhelming void that seemed to swallow everything in its path. My breath caught in my throat as I stared into the abyss, feeling a sense of unease creeping over me with each passing moment....
...With a shaky hand, I clicked on my recorder, the soft sound of the button echoing in the silence of the room. "I don't know where I am," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "I looked outside my window, and I saw nothing but darkness. I tried running out of my room, but all I found were identical doors with the same number. I don't know where I am. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there's such a thing as the supernatural. I don't want to die here." Despite my attempts to sound calm, a sense of dread gnawed at my insides, leaving me feeling utterly helpless in this unfamiliar place....
...I sat there, my head buried in my hands, trying to make sense of everything. Suddenly, movement caught my eye, and I looked up to see a woman in a white dress standing in my room. She held a baby in her arms, and tears streamed down her face. Without a word or even a glance in my direction, she walked slowly toward the window. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched her approach the edge. Without hesitation, she stepped off and disappeared into the darkness below, her cries fading into the void. The room fell silent once more, leaving me frozen in shock and disbelief....
...The sound of sobbing drew me toward the bathroom. With trembling steps, I entered the tiled room to find a man dressed in an old-fashioned suit from the 1930s. Tears streamed down his face as he sat hunched over in the bathtub. Blood flowed from deep gashes on both his arms, and a knife lay nearby, its blade stained crimson. Without a word, the man let out a final, anguished cry before slumping lifelessly in the tub. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breaths as I stood there, paralyzed by the horrifying scene before me....
...I walked out of the bathroom the tension in the room was palpable as I laid eyes on the mysterious figure in the trench coat and hat. Standing in the living room his penetrating gaze bore into mine, rendering me motionless and uncertain of how to respond. As he slowly approached, my heart pounded in my chest, torn between fight or flight....
...Then, with a chilling gesture, he removed his hat, revealing a gruesome wound on his head that oozed blood. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him produce a knife from within the hat, sending shivers down my spine. Before I could react, the sound of the phone pierced the eerie silence, jolting me back to reality....
...Front Desk Lady: "Are you ready to check out?" ...
..."No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes fixed on the man, his unsettling gaze sending shivers down my spine....
...He swung at me with his knife, but I dodged it and bolted out of the room. His footsteps echoed ominously behind me, urging me to run faster. As I dashed down the hall, the lights began to flicker and extinguish one by one, casting shadows that seemed to reach out for me. Desperation fueled my movements as I sprinted towards an open door labeled "144."...
...I burst into the room, slamming the door shut behind me just as the final light blinked out. In the darkness, I listened intently, hearing the man's frenzied footsteps drawing closer. I held my breath, hoping he wouldn't find me. Peering through the peephole, all I could see was an abyss of darkness outside. Turning away, I realized with dread that I was still trapped in the same room, my heart sinking as the realization of my predicament set in....
...Exhausted and overwhelmed, I sank to the floor, leaning my back against the cold surface. Every muscle in my body ached from the relentless running and the terror that had gripped me. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my ragged breaths and calm the racing thoughts in my mind. It felt like the world was closing in on me, and I struggled to make sense of the nightmarish events unfolding around me....
...I heard the radio playing very loud again this time saying different lyrics from the last song....
...'Lay, and put your weary soul to rest, Yeah I will try to do my best to keep you...
...safe inside this nest And keep the gravity from pulling you to earth, I'd like to say this gets more clear, when it's more cloudy every day, But summer's gonna come and burn the stormy clouds and all the doubt away.'...
...The lyrics echoed through the room, filling the space with a haunting melody. I listened, my heart heavy with the weight of the words. It felt as though the song was speaking directly to me, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos and confusion. But deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom that lingered in the air....
...'Sleep, little girl, cuz when you wake it's gonna be a different world, So close your eyes and say goodbye to spring,'...
...'It's true, this spring is coming to and end,...
...You're not that fragile anymore, I know what's there behind that door And it's just waiting in the wings to pull you in,'...
...'I know you think it's safe in here, inside these insulated walls But I can't hold this house together, not forever, yeah and soon it's gonna fall'...
...The lyrics reverberated through the room, each word sending shivers down my spine. It was as though the song was speaking directly to my soul, warning of impending danger and urging me to prepare for what was to come. As the haunting melody filled the air, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over me, like a dark cloud looming on the horizon. Despite the fear gnawing at my insides, I couldn't tear myself away from the hypnotic rhythm of the music, each note carrying a weight of its own....
...As the music got even louder, I heard a kick behind me at the door my heart dropped, is he back?? I ran to the bed area where I could hide, I got on my knees and crawled under the bed, the music still playing very loud....
...The Erie music playing as someone kicking the door down. 'Slow down, 'cause winter's just around the bend Don't make a sound And close your eyes and say goodbye, to spring.' The eerie music continued to play, its haunting melody echoing through the room like a sinister symphony. With each note, the tension in the air grew thicker, suffocating me in its grasp. Suddenly, the sound of someone kicking the door down shattered the fragile silence, sending shockwaves of fear coursing through my veins. As the door creaked open, revealing the ominous figure standing on the threshold, I felt a chill run down my spine. The lyrics of the song seemed to take on a new meaning, their words resonating with the impending sense of doom that hung heavy in the air. Closing my eyes, I braced myself for whatever horrors awaited me on the other side of spring....
...The sudden cessation of the music plunged the room into an unsettling silence, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breaths. In the doorway stood a figure, his silhouette cast in shadow against the dimly lit backdrop of the bedroom. Clad in what appeared to be a pant suit, his presence exuded an air of ominous mystery that sent shivers down my spine. With every nerve on edge, I braced myself for whatever twisted fate awaited me at the hands of this enigmatic intruder....
...As the figure advanced, each deliberate footfall echoed through the room like a sinister drumbeat, amplifying the sense of dread that gripped me with icy fingers. My heart pounded in my chest, a primal instinct urging me to flee, yet a paralyzing fear rooted me to the spot, rendering me helpless in the face of this approaching menace. With every creak of the floorboards beneath his weight, my apprehension intensified, a silent countdown to the inevitable confrontation that loomed ever closer....
...The figure halted mere inches away from me, its presence suffocating. As it leaned down, its body contorted unnaturally, defying the laws of physics. Bones creaked and cracked as it stretched to peer under the bed without a single movement of its legs. Its gaze pierced through me, sending a chill down my spine. Meanwhile, the voice from the phone in the living room interjected, the front desk lady inquiring, "Are you ready to check out, Mr. Blackwood?"...
..."I SAID NO, GODDAMNIT! STOP ASKING!" His voice echoed with anger and frustration, reverberating through the room....
...The man's mouth opened unnaturally wide, his bones cracking as his jaw defied the laws of nature. A chilling scream pierced the air as he grabbed me by the neck, yanking me from the bed and hurling me against the wall. Pain shot through my head upon impact. He advanced toward me, his hand reaching into my chest, ripping out my heart and squeezing it in his grasp. Darkness enveloped me as consciousness slipped away....
...As I slowly came to, my vision was hazy, and the steady beeping of a monitor filled the air. With each passing moment, clarity returned, revealing my surroundings a hospital room. A doctor stood nearby, jotting down notes. When he noticed my awakening, I mustered the strength to inquire, "What happened?" My body throbbed with pain, and I couldn't shake the sensation of discomfort coursing through my bones....
..."Oh, you're awake," the doctor said, glancing up from his notepad. "You're at Lakewood Hospital. You were in a car crash. Your wife and son were also with you. They're alive, which is actually a miracle, Mr. Blackwood."...
...My heart sank as the doctor delivered the news. "A car crash?" I echoed, disbelief coloring my voice. The mention of my wife and son sent a wave of relief through me, followed by a profound gratitude for their safety. "Thank you," I managed to say, my mind reeling with questions about the accident and how we had all survived....
..."Wait," I asked, my voice tinged with confusion and a hint of anxiety, "what's the date?"...
..."Today's date is August 10th, 2003," the doctor replied calmly, his tone soothing but my mind raced with questions....
..."So, the funeral, and everything I saw, never happened? Is everyone okay?" I queried, my voice betraying the lingering unease in my thoughts....
..."Yes, Mr. Blackwood, they are just fine," the doctor reassured me with a gentle nod....
..."So, here's what's going to happen: you're okay, and you don't have any broken bones, just a few cuts on your head and hands, which have been treated. Other than that, you've been taken care of. Are you ready to check out, Mr. Blackwood?" The doctor's tone conveyed reassurance, but there was an underlying sense of urgency, as if he wanted to ensure Mr. Blackwood's swift departure from the hospital....
..."Umm, I.. uh," I stammered, uncertainty evident in my voice as I grappled with conflicting emotions and thoughts....
..."Is my wife and kids coming here?" I inquired, a worried expression creasing my features as I awaited the doctor's response, hoping for reassurance....
..."No, they are in a different hospital," the doctor explained, his tone sympathetic as he delivered the news. "This one is packed, so we had to do what we could."...
..."But if you're ready to see them, you can check out anytime you like," he responded with a friendly smile, offering a glimmer of hope in his words....
..."Alright, I'm ready to check out," I replied with a bright look, a sense of relief washing over me as I prepared to reunite with my family....
..."Ok take this clipboard and sign your signature so we can depart and send you down the way." The doctor explained....
..."Sure, just give me a moment," I said, reaching for the clipboard and pen provided by the doctor. As I carefully signed my name, I couldn't shake off the lingering feeling of unease from my surreal experience....
...After finishing I handed the doctor the clipboard and pen, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation....
..."Thank you, Mr. Blackwood," the doctor said, taking the clipboard and pen from me. He glanced over the signature briefly before nodding. "You're all set. Follow me, and I'll take you to the discharge area."...
...Walking down the hall to the nearest elevator, we stepped into the elevator, the doctor pressed the button for the sixth floor. The doors closed, and a sense of unease settled over me as the elevator began its ascent. The doctor seemed oblivious to my discomfort as he checked his watch, the soft chime of the elevator indicating each passing floor....
...The elevator door opened, and my heart dropped as I found myself facing the same hallway of the sixth floor of the Grand Dolphin Hotel. "Follow me to the discharge area, sir," the doctor said, but I couldn't move. He returned, puzzled. "Are you coming?" he asked....
..."Why am I back here?" I questioned, fear gripping me....
..."To check out, Mr. Blackwood. I thought you wanted to see your family again?" The doctor's words felt surreal. "It's time to move on, Mr. Blackwood," he insisted....
..."I thought I was in a car crash," I questioned, trying to make sense of the situation and separate reality from illusion....
..."You were, Mr blackwood, you died in the car crash with your wife and son, when you went to that funeral you were in denial, you were also in that casket, you were dead the whole time Mr.blackwood and it's time to move on, so check out." The doctor said....
..."No, this can't be true. How did I not know?" I exclaimed, my expression a mix of confusion and shock. ...
..."Because you chose not to know. Follow me to the checkout area," the doctor said, walking off down the hallway....
...The chilling scene unfolded before me as I followed him to room 144, labeled with the ominous word "Discharge" at the top. My heart raced as he opened the door, revealing my own hotel room. My eyes widened in horror as I saw the rope hanging from the ceiling, a stark reminder of the sinister fate that awaited me....
...Then, to my disbelief, the phone in the room spoke out with an eerie voice, "Are you ready to check out, Mr. Blackwood?" The words sent shivers down my spine, filling me with a sense of dread and foreboding. It was as if the hotel itself was taunting me with my own mortality, reminding me of the danger lurking within its walls....
...Fear gripped me tightly as I realized the gravity of the situation. I knew I had to act quickly to escape this nightmare, to unravel the mysteries of the Grand Dolphin Hotel before it was too late. But as I stood frozen in terror, the voice of the front desk lady echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder of the hotel's relentless grip on its guests....
...As I reluctantly gave in to the sinister forces at play, a sense of resignation washed over me. With a heavy heart, I uttered the words, "Yes, I'm ready," knowing that I was about to take my final journey into the unknown....
...I moved the living room chair towards the rope, my movements mechanical and devoid of emotion. Climbing onto the chair, I positioned myself beneath the rope, my heart pounding in my chest. With trembling hands, I placed my head through the loop, steeling myself for what was to come....
...And then, as if on cue, the phone spoke out once more, its voice echoing through the room with chilling clarity, as I hung from the rope going to a better place. It was a haunting reminder of the hotel's relentless hold over its guests, a final farewell before the inevitable descent into darkness....
...Front desk lady: 'Thank you for checking out at the Grand Dolphin Hotel. It has been our pleasure to host you during your stay with us. We hope that you enjoyed our luxurious accommodations, exceptional service, and all the amenities our hotel has to offer. Your satisfaction is our top priority, and we are delighted to have had the opportunity to serve you. We truly appreciate your patronage and look forward to welcoming you back for another wonderful stay in the future. Wishing you safe travels and memorable experiences wherever your journey may take you. Thank you again for choosing the Grand Dolphin Hotel.'...
...**Tragedy at Grand Dolphin Hotel: Veteran Reporter Alex Blackwood Found Dead on Sixth Floor**...
...In a tragic turn of events, Alex Blackwood, a seasoned reporter known for his investigative work, was found dead on the sixth floor of the Grand Dolphin Hotel. Authorities have ruled the death as a suicide by hanging. Blackwood's body was discovered late last night, raising concerns and questions about the notorious reputation of the hotel's sixth floor....
...**History and Legends Surrounding the Sixth Floor**...
...The sixth floor of the Grand Dolphin Hotel has been the subject of rumors and superstitions for years. Its dark reputation originates from an incident years ago, where 200 lives were tragically lost in a single day. Reports claim that on that day, the clocks stopped at exactly 6:00, and since then, guests and staff have occasionally reported unusual activity....
...Interestingly, the clocks near Mr. Blackwood's body were found frozen at 6:00, reminiscent of the legend. Despite warnings from the hotel's management, Blackwood was reportedly determined to investigate the mysteries of the sixth floor....
...**Hotel Owner Steps Down Amid Investigation**...
...In the wake of Blackwood's death, the Grand Dolphin Hotel's owner, who had previously advised Blackwood against his investigation, announced his resignation. While some view this as an acknowledgment of the floor's rumored dangers, others see it as a response to the negative publicity surrounding the tragic incident....
...**Mixed Reactions from the Community**...
...The death of Alex Blackwood has sparked a variety of reactions. Some in the paranormal investigation community have expressed sorrow and renewed interest in the hotel's history. However, skepticism remains high, with many calling for a thorough and rational investigation into the circumstances of Blackwood's death....
...**Authorities Urge Caution**...
...As the investigation continues, authorities emphasize the importance of cautious and rational approaches to unexplained phenomena. While the allure of the sixth floor and its history persists, they remind the public of the risks associated with such investigations and urge respect for the ongoing inquiry....
...Stay tuned for further updates on this deVeloping story....
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