Hotel Nigh (Mystery) - Njord, Thorbjorn
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The Hotel Nigh was a place spoken of in hushed tones, a relic tucked away on a desolate stretch of road that most maps didn't bother to name. Its neon sign flickered erratically, casting eerie shadows against the crumbling facade. Though the building seemed abandoned, a dim light always glowed in the lobby window, as if it waited for something-or someone. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wood and faint traces of lavender, an unsettling combination that hinted at stories long buried. The check-in desk was manned by a figure whose face was obscured by the brim of a wide hat,…mehr

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The Hotel Nigh was a place spoken of in hushed tones, a relic tucked away on a desolate stretch of road that most maps didn't bother to name. Its neon sign flickered erratically, casting eerie shadows against the crumbling facade. Though the building seemed abandoned, a dim light always glowed in the lobby window, as if it waited for something-or someone. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wood and faint traces of lavender, an unsettling combination that hinted at stories long buried. The check-in desk was manned by a figure whose face was obscured by the brim of a wide hat, their movements slow and deliberate. No matter the time of day, they always seemed to be there, their voice a low murmur as they handed over a tarnished brass key. The guests who stayed at Hotel Nigh were never the kind to linger. They arrived with quiet desperation, their suitcases heavy with secrets they wouldn't share. Some checked out by morning, their faces pale and drawn, as if they had glimpsed something they wished they hadn't. Others... simply disappeared. The rooms were peculiar, each one different from the next. Room 103 had a mirror that didn't reflect the present. Room 205 hummed with a sound that seemed to vibrate in the chest, a haunting melody with no source. And in Room 309, the window never stayed shut, no matter how hard one tried to latch it. Rumor had it that Hotel Nigh wasn't a hotel at all but a threshold-a place where lost souls came to confront their pasts, or perhaps to meet their futures. And once you crossed its threshold, the night never ended until it had its due. Here, in the dim corridors and silent halls, the only certainty was this: no one ever left Hotel Nigh the same as they entered.
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