Hotel de Flandre

In the dim corridors of Hotel de Flandre, whispers of the past cling to the damp stone like a shroud, where centuries of history seep into the very walls, each shadow cast by flickering candlelight hinting at the restless souls still lingering within. Guests often report the chilling embrace of unseen eyes, a preternatural gaze that roams freely, and the sensation of icy fingers brushing against their skin, as if the hotel itself is a living entity, intent on revealing its dark secrets to those who dare to stay. As they settle into musty rooms steeped in melancholy, the specters of shadowy figures drift through the gloom, leaving behind an unsettling promise: here, the line between the living and the dead is frighteningly