The Glenmore Inn & Convention Centre looms like a weary sentinel against the Calgary skyline, its once-vibrant facade now faded, echoing whispers of the past. In the shadowy corners of its aged hallways, guests have felt the unsettling caress of icy breath against their skin and heard the disembodied murmurs of long-gone revelers, their laughter now a haunting dirge. As night descends and the air thickens, those who linger too long are left with the chilling sensation that the hotel's very walls have absorbed the secrets of its restless inhabitants, and that perhaps, they are not alone in the darkness.

The Westin Calgary loomed under the pallid glow of streetlamps, its brick facade steeped in the ghosts of the 1970s, where shadows danced just out of sight and whispers coiled around the corners like smoke. Guests have often found themselves jolted awake in the older sections, hearts pounding in rhythm with the echoing footfalls that taunted them down empty hallways, the air thick with an unsettling presence, as if the very walls were listening for secrets long buried. Those who dare to linger speak of a chilling sensation that creeps up their spines, a reminder that not all who check in ever truly depart.

The Calgary Inn looms like a forgotten sentinel from the 1970s, its stark facade concealing the icy fingers of dread that reach through its corridors, where the whisper of footsteps echoes in the dark. Guests have reported an unsettling chill that settles around them like an unwelcome embrace, while shadowy figures flit just beyond the periphery, taunting the living with ghostly reminders of lives long extinguished. Many have checked in for a night, only to discover that some doors lead nowhere-except deeper into a waking nightmare where the past refuses to rest peacefully.