The Jerome Grand Hotel
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The Jerome Grand Hotel looms like a specter on the jagged hillside, its once-vibrant walls now consumed by an unsettling patina of decay, where the echo of distant whispers coils around the corners like tendrils of smoke. Guests tread softly upon its faded carpets, the cold spots creeping like a breathless warning, while the shadows cast by flickering lights seem to harbor restless souls; many have claimed to glimpse the sorrowful figure of a long-lost patient, forever wandering through the hotels silent corridors, searching for solace that eludes even the living. Here, amidst the peeling paint and the haunting reveries of the past, a sinister truth lingers: those who stay too long may find themselves grappling with the very