No. I would rather stay at a hotel advertised as “heavily haunted”. I would love to stay at such a hotel. I would pay whatever price for staying a full night.
I would pay extra for personalized haunting, and even more for the haunting spirit to target me and throw the pillows, the mattress, the table, the whole wardrobe, the lamp, the bathroom’s sink and/or even the whole wooden door at me.
I would pay for me to be flung through the door frame and across the suddenly-empty hotel corridor, only for me to become stuck in an endless hallway trying to flee from the haunting spirit, doing an end-turn and getting to the exact same hallway leading to the only room whose door is roughly carved with my name followed by “you’re eternally stuck at 3 AM, you know who I am, now you’re fated to come to me”, a black rose with sharp thorns hanging at the ice-cold electrified knob, some petals of Cestrum nocturnum scattered across the room, a large Latrodectus hanging from a thick spiderweb next to the bed covered with heart-shaped petals, two Dendroaspis polylepis guarding both ends of the corridor, and the only open window featuring a gigantic Blood Moon before a thick fog and a 2-meter-wingspan red-eyed Bubo bubo perched on the window frame and looking through my eyes right at my deepest fragment left of a soul.
I doubt Trivago or AirBnB have such a kind of hotel, though.
No. I would rather stay at a hotel advertised as “heavily haunted”. I would love to stay at such a hotel. I would pay whatever price for staying a full night.
I would pay extra for personalized haunting, and even more for the haunting spirit to target me and throw the pillows, the mattress, the table, the whole wardrobe, the lamp, the bathroom’s sink and/or even the whole wooden door at me.
I would pay for me to be flung through the door frame and across the suddenly-empty hotel corridor, only for me to become stuck in an endless hallway trying to flee from the haunting spirit, doing an end-turn and getting to the exact same hallway leading to the only room whose door is roughly carved with my name followed by “you’re eternally stuck at 3 AM, you know who I am, now you’re fated to come to me”, a black rose with sharp thorns hanging at the ice-cold electrified knob, some petals of Cestrum nocturnum scattered across the room, a large Latrodectus hanging from a thick spiderweb next to the bed covered with heart-shaped petals, two Dendroaspis polylepis guarding both ends of the corridor, and the only open window featuring a gigantic Blood Moon before a thick fog and a 2-meter-wingspan red-eyed Bubo bubo perched on the window frame and looking through my eyes right at my deepest fragment left of a soul.
I doubt Trivago or AirBnB have such a kind of hotel, though.
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