Hotel Le Plaza
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Hotel Le Plaza stood like a sepulchral monument to forgotten elegance, its ornate facade whispering stories of the past, while within its dimly lit corridors, shadowy figures drifted silently, as if wading through the memories of the living. The echo of footsteps reverberated in the stifling air, a disquieting reminder that the hotel's history was not merely a collection of charming anecdotes, but rather a willing host to entities that never checked out. Guests, drawn to its vintage allure, would often find themselves alone, yet unmistakably not alone, as the oppressive weight of unseen eyes seemed to watch, waiting for the night to spill its secrets.