Gasthof zum Schwan

Beneath the weight of centuries, Gasthof zum Schwan looms, its creaking floorboards whispering secrets only the shadows can understand. Guests have reported glimmers of movement from the corners of their eyes, where darkness swells and recedes like a breath, accompanied by hushed voices echoing through the dining area during the dead of night-a chilling reminder that some presences linger here longer than the living can bear. As the clock strikes two, an oppressive stillness settles, thick and suffocating, wrapping its tendrils around the brave souls who dare to stay, leaving them wondering if they, too, might become a part of the hotels haunting legacy.