"Welcome to the Grand dolphin hotel"

...Chapter 2: Welcome to the Grand Dolphin Hotel...

...Special Agent Reynolds turned, feeling the oppressive weight of the atmosphere settle around him as he noticed Mr. Hawkins still standing in the elevator. “You’re coming?” he asked, the words barely escaping his lips before they hung heavy in the stale air....

...Mr. Hawkins, his face a mask of seriousness, was devoid of expression. “Fuck no,” he replied firmly, a cold defiance underscoring his words. Without another moment's hesitation, he pressed the button to close the elevator doors. As they slid shut, he stared back at the agents, his unwavering gaze as solid as granite....

...The elevator began its descent, taking with it the lingering unease of the sixth floor, but not before the agents exchanged concerned glances, a silent acknowledgment of the palpable tension that clung to them. Resolute, they turned back to the dimly lit hallway ahead, the promise of the investigation still calling to them despite the unsettling ambiance....

...The agents moved forward, the only sound punctuating the silence was the echo of their footsteps against the worn, threadbare carpet that lined the corridor. Flickering lights overhead cast erratic shadows that danced mockingly along the walls, an unsettling ballet that intensified the pervasive sense of dread lurking in the air....

...“So, I reviewed the tape left by the paranormal investigator,” Special Agent Parker finally broke the silence, his voice low and tinged with apprehension. “According to his recordings, he was seeing strange, unexplainable visions. My guess is that he was inhaling toxic air. It might have disrupted his brain and made him perceive things that weren’t actually there.”...

...Agent Reynolds nodded, his brow furrowing as he mulled over the possibility. “That’s a plausible explanation. It aligns with symptoms of hallucinations. But we need to be cautious. There’s more to this floor than just toxic air.”...

...As they continued down the corridor, each agent was acutely aware of their surroundings, scanning for signs of danger or clues that might unravel the mystery ahead. The air thickened with each step, the cold, stale atmosphere prickling at their skin, and their breaths appeared as ghostly wisps in the dim light....

...“Down the hall to the left should be the hotel room where we found Mr. Blackwood,” Agent Reynolds guided, his voice steady despite the unnerving environment....

...After what felt like an eternity of walking, they turned left, proceeding down the narrow corridor. The dim, flickering lights seemed to conspire against them, casting long, ominous shadows that lurked just out of sight. They finally reached a door marked with the number 144, a number that now felt more like a warning than a mere designation....

...Agent Parker stepped forward, examining the door as if it were a loaded gun. “This is it,” he confirmed, his voice barely above a whisper. The door stood slightly ajar, creaking softly in the stillness as they approached, a sinister invitation to enter the unknown....

...As Agent Parker opened the door, the sight inside sent a jolt of confusion through him. The chair and rope that were once present were now conspicuously absent, leaving behind a void that echoed with the haunting remnants of what had transpired. “Wasn’t there a chair and a rope here?” he asked, bewilderment etching lines across his face....

...Agent Reynolds’s expression turned grave as he surveyed the room, taking in the unsettling shift. “I think so. It seems like someone has moved them. That means we might not be alone on this floor.”...

...He paused, the implications settling like a stone in his gut. “If the rumors are true, and something or someone is on this floor with us, we need to stay alert. Take your guns out and be ready for anything.”...

...The agents drew their weapons, the metallic clicks reverberating in the silence, each sound heightening their senses as they cautiously stepped inside. Every creak of the floorboards felt amplified, each flicker of light a reminder of the unseen dangers that might lurk just beyond their field of vision....

...Agent Reynolds pressed the button on his walkie-talkie, his voice steady but urgent as he reported, “We’re on the sixth floor. The chair and rope are missing; there may be someone on this floor with us.”...

...Turning to his team, he issued firm instructions. “Search the room thoroughly. Check for anyone who might be hiding.”...

...Agent Greene moved towards the bathroom, the muffled sound of his footsteps barely making a dent in the heavy silence. He opened the bathroom door, scanning the area meticulously. The sink, the toilet, and the floor tiles all appeared in their rightful places. But it was the bathtub, concealed beneath a shower curtain, that drew his gaze. With a sense of dread, he reached out, pulling the curtain aside to reveal an empty, dry tub....

...Relieved yet still on high alert, Agent Greene exited the bathroom, his heart pounding in rhythm with the tension that filled the room. “The bathroom is clear!” he called out, his voice echoing like a ghostly whisper in the stillness....

...Agent Reynolds nodded, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on him. “Alright, continue your search. Stay alert and report anything unusual immediately.”...

...The team resumed their meticulous investigation, each movement imbued with caution and purpose. The atmosphere was thick with tension, as if the very air conspired against them, urging them to retreat. Yet they pressed on, their resolve hardening in the face of the unknown....

...Minutes slipped by as they searched under the bed, scrutinized every nook and cranny, and even ventured to peer out the window. The room seemed to hold its breath, appearing almost too pristine, too normal, in stark contrast to the dread that gripped their hearts....

...Agent Thompson, standing by the window, gazed out into the void below. “We’re quite high up. Even though we’re on the sixth floor, it feels like we’re on the 40th. The view is almost disorienting,” he remarked, a hint of unease threading through his voice....

...The agents exchanged glances, the dizzying height only amplifying their discomfort. Agent Reynolds took note of the observation. “It’s possible the design of the building or the layout of this floor contributes to that sensation. Regardless, we need to remain vigilant and keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.”...

...With every passing moment, the unease coiled tighter around them, whispering of secrets hidden in the shadows. They continued their search, acutely aware that the answers they sought might lie just beyond their reach waiting in the darkness of the Grand Dolphin Hotel’s haunting sixth floor....

...Agent Greene approached the front door, the metallic handle cold against his palm as he cautiously turned it. He opened it a crack, peering out into the dimly lit corridor beyond. What greeted him sent a shiver down his spine a scene so vibrant and chaotic it felt like a fever dream. The hallway, once a stagnant tableau of dust and decay, was alive with movement. Hotel staff maneuvered trays of steaming food, their voices a cheerful murmur, while a family of six laughed, their joyous interactions echoing off the polished walls. The brightness of the scene was a cruel joke against the oppressive gloom that had cloaked the sixth floor moments before....

...“What the hell is going on?” Greene exclaimed, his voice a strangled whisper that barely broke through the surreal atmosphere....

...Agent Reynolds, drawn by the disturbance in Greene’s tone, approached. “What’s wrong?”...

...“You’ll have to see for yourself,” Greene replied, disbelief etching deep lines into his forehead....

...Reynolds, curiosity outweighing caution, pushed the door wider and peered out. His expression morphed from confusion to astonishment. “What the fuck,” he muttered, equally entranced by the bizarre transformation....

...The other three agents, drawn to the spectacle like moths to a flame, gathered at the threshold. They stood, mouths agape, as the bright colors and bustling energy of the hallway seemed to mock the haunted desolation they had just left behind. The cheerful laughter of the family was a cacophony of innocence, starkly contrasting the ominous weight that hung over the agents....

...Agent Parker was the first to voice the unspeakable. “This doesn’t make any sense… How did it change so quickly?” His voice trembled, barely a breath above a whisper....

...Agent Thompson shook his head, the dread pooling in his stomach. “We were just here, and it was completely empty. How is this even possible?”...

...Their eyes darted around, unease spiraling as they exchanged glances laden with unspoken fears. The sudden shift in their surroundings felt like a trap, and they were the unsuspecting prey....

...The illusion shattered momentarily as a hotel staff member emerged from the adjacent room. She approached, a polite smile plastered on her face, oblivious to the agents’ confusion....

...“Hello, officer. What seems to be the problem?” she asked, her voice light and cheerful....

...“Umm, ma’am?” Reynolds stuttered, still grappling with the surreal nature of the situation. “Where did you all come from? The floor was just empty.”...

...The woman paused, a flicker of confusion passing across her features before a look of understanding dawned. “Ohhh, I see what you mean. The hotel owner decided to reopen the floor,” she explained, her smile unwavering....

...Agent Reynolds pressed on, desperate for clarity. “How many people are on the floor right now? And how did everything go from old and rusty to new and polished so quickly?”...

...Her expression softened, as if she sensed the weight of their questions. “The floor was reopened just recently. The renovation happened overnight. We have quite a few guests staying here now maybe 200 or more. The hotel invested in a special team that worked through the night to restore the floor. It’s all part of the Grand Dolphin’s effort to bring back its former glory.”...

...The agents nodded slowly, skepticism threading through their minds. Something was deeply amiss, and the rapid metamorphosis of their surroundings only deepened the mystery....

...“What’s your name, ma’am?” Greene asked, pulling out his notebook, the motion feeling almost robotic in the bizarre atmosphere....

...“Carly, last name Brown,” she chirped, her bright smile almost disarming....

...“What time is it, Ms. Brown?” Agent Parker queried, his instincts prickling....

...“It’s 5:56 AM,” she replied, the cheer in her voice never faltering....

...Reynolds glanced at his watch, which read 8-something, the contradiction striking him like a blow. “That’s not right. It’s 8 something,” he said, scratching his head, his mind reeling....

...“Thanks, ma’am,” Reynolds said abruptly, closing the door before she could respond. Carly stood there, a flash of confusion crossing her face before she shrugged it off and returned to her duties....

...Inside the room, the agents exchanged wary glances, the weight of the situation pressing down on them like a thick fog. Time felt elastic, the very fabric of reality fraying at the edges....

...“Yeah, something isn't right about this floor. It’s fucking weird as hell,” Parker muttered, his voice shaky, as anxiety coiled tighter in his gut....

...“We should go back to the lobby and speak with Mr. Hawkins. He might know what’s going on. She did say he’s the one who reopened the floor,” Reynolds suggested, determination flickering in his chest....

...As they turned to leave, a wave of confusion washed over them—the elevator that had brought them up was gone....

...“Shouldn’t there be an elevator?” Greene’s voice held disbelief. “I’m confused… it’s like I’m slowly going crazy.” A nervous laugh escaped him, but it rang hollow in the thickening air....

...Just then, another hotel staff member appeared, a man with a meticulously styled haircut and a youthful visage that belied his age....

...“Hey, excuse me, sir,” Reynolds called out, urgency lacing his tone. The man turned, a friendly smile stretching across his face. “How may I help you, officers?”...

...“Can you take us to the elevator? We don’t know where it is,” Reynolds asked, desperation creeping into his voice....

...“Yeah, of course,” the man replied, his casual demeanor a stark contrast to the agents’ rising tension. He began walking down the hall, and they followed, the silence around them growing heavier with each step....

...“So what are a couple of FBI agents doing here?” the man asked, his tone almost jovial....

...“We’re investigating a murder… or a suicide. We don’t know yet,” Reynolds explained, his words tasting bitter on his tongue....

...“Murder-suicide? Never heard of it… probably wasn’t alarming,” the man said, his casualness sending chills down their spines....

...As they walked, the agents exchanged uneasy glances, feeling ensnared in an increasingly bizarre investigation....

...After a few minutes, the man stopped in front of a set of double doors. “Here we are,” he said, gesturing to the elevator. A sigh of relief swept through the agents as they took in the metallic box that promised escape....

...“Thanks for taking us,” Reynolds said, his heart racing as he pressed the button to call the elevator. He glanced at his watch again, still showing 5:59 AM, and confusion gnawed at him....

...As the doors opened with a cheerful ding, they stepped inside, but as the display blinked to life, the number 6 began to blink ominously, repeating like a malevolent chant....

...“What the fuck is going on?” Parker’s voice cracked, panic creeping into his tone....

...“The elevator must be broken… or maybe the digital clock isn’t working?” Reynolds offered, though his voice lacked conviction....

...But just then, the elevator came to an abrupt stop, the doors swinging open to reveal what else? the sixth floor once again....

...Their hearts plummeted. They were still here, trapped in this maddening realm of horror and uncertainty. The silence pressed down on them, thick and suffocating....

...Then, as if summoned by their fear, their gazes fell on the wall to their left. A new horror awaited them: a door, blood seeping ominously from beneath it. They exchanged no words; their shared terror spoke volumes....

...Greene, driven by an impulse he couldn’t explain, reached for the doorknob. It was locked, the metal cool and unyielding beneath his fingertips....

...“What should we do shoot it or something?” Greene asked, his voice tinged with desperation....

...Reynolds nodded, steeling himself. He raised his firearm, aiming at the lock, and fired. The crack of the gun echoed through the hallway, reverberating with a finality that sent shivers racing down their spines as the door swung open....

...Inside lay a scene so grotesque it felt like a nightmare made flesh. A man and his wife lay lifeless on the bed, blood painting the covers and splattered across the walls. The man’s hand still clutched a gun, the wound in his head a ghastly mirror to that of his wife beside him....

...“Oh my goodness… they killed themselves,” Reynolds whispered, his voice barely piercing the thick air, heavy with the stench of death....

...The others stood frozen, horror etched on their faces as the reality of the scene settled over them like a cold shroud. This was no ordinary investigation; they had wandered into the heart of darkness....

...As Agent Reynolds looked down, he realized with a sickening lurch that the blood the horrific tableau was gone. The room had transformed, the evidence of death a mere ploy to ensnare them....

...“FBI, please respond!” Reynolds pressed the button on his radio, urgency lacing his words. “We found two dead bodies on the bed. Cause of death is likely suicide or murder.” The radio crackled, the silence that followed thick with dread....

...Then came the response a woman’s voice, crisp and professional, cutting through the oppressive atmosphere. “Hello, thank you for contacting the Grand Dolphin Hotel lobby. How may I help you?”...

...The agents froze, their hearts racing. This was wrong; the hotel shouldn’t have access to their frequency. Panic flared in their chests....

...“This doesn’t make any sense,” Parker muttered, fear clawing...

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