Nestled in the edge of a forgotten downtown block, the old Wexley Hotel was once a charming place — until the incident in Room 313.
It began with a solo traveler. According to the front desk log, he checked in under the name Derrick Lynn on a cold January evening. Quiet. Alone. No baggage but a worn leather jacket and an old paperback novel.
Housekeeping found him three days later.
He wasn’t dead. But he wasn’t quite alive either.
He was sitting upright in a chair, facing the wall. His eyes wide, unblinking. His lips moved in a slow, rhythmic whisper. The only words they could understand were:
“It watches when the lights go out.”
Doctors couldn’t explain his state. No drugs. No trauma. No ID. He eventually stopped speaking altogether and was transferred to a psychiatric hospital, where he remains to this day — mute, eyes wide open.
Soon after, hotel staff began reporting strange occurrences in Room 313.
Lights flickering despite new bulbs. Cold drafts even with sealed windows. Scratching behind the walls, always around 3:13 AM. One housekeeper claimed she saw a dark figure standing in the mirror, even though she was alone.
After a string of cancellations and complaints, the hotel closed the room permanently.
But locals say if you press your ear to the door of Room 313, even now, you can still hear the whispering.
And sometimes… scratching.
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Disclaimer: This story is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. All images are for illustrative use.
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