Hotel Les Terrasses Poulard

At Hotel Les Terrasses Poulard, where the fragrant echoes of culinary tradition intertwine with the chilling whispers of the past, the air hangs heavy with the memory of long-dead chefs and unseen patrons. Guests often find themselves enveloped in sudden cold that seeps through bone and skin, and the flickering glow of candlelight casts fleeting shadows that dart away as if to avoid the gaze of the living. Yet, it is in the hushed corridors, under the weight of silence, that the most unsettling sense of being watched creeps in, leaving an unshakeable dread that perhaps, in the stillness of night, the boundaries between past and present are as thin as the walls themselves.