Hotel Erzsebet City Center

In the dimly lit corridors of the Hotel Erzsebet, where whispers of the past cling to the air like the lingering scent of damp stone, guests often find themselves wrapped in a chilling embrace that bites through layers of cloth, leaving them shivering in cold spots that appear and vanish with the capriciousness of a ghostly hand. Flickering lights cast restless shadows across tattered wallpaper, where the echoes of laughter from long-dead revelers twist into unnerving silence, and in those moments, the unsettling feeling of unseen eyes watching, waiting, suffocates the air, pressing down like a weight on the soul. Those who dare to linger have learned the hard way that some nights in the Erzsebet are best spent in the