Oslo

In the hushed corridors of the Grand Hotel Oslo, the air hangs thick with the whispers of those who slipped through the veil of time, leaving behind the chilling echo of laughter that now melds with the sharp crackle of flickering lights. Guests have reported doors that creak open on their own, as if an unseen hand beckons them into the shadows where disembodied eyes seem to watch, their anxious gaze crawling under skin and into the marrow of bone. With each restless night enveloped in the murmur of spectral sighs, the hotel reminds its visitors that some presences never truly check out, lingering to reclaim the living with a grip as unyielding as the frost that encases Oslos winter nights.

The Hotel Bristol loomed on Oslo's cobbled streets like a brooding specter, its faded grandeur whispering tales of a forgotten era, where shadowed corners harbored the weight of sorrow and secrets long buried. Guests often spoke in hushed tones of the ghostly woman in white, her mournful figure gliding silently through the dimly lit corridors, accompanied by the chilling echo of footsteps and the faintest susurrations that seemed to breathe from the very walls themselves. As the night deepens, the air grows heavy with an unshakeable cold-an invisible grip that lingers long after the lights flicker and the heart begins to race, as if the hotel itself were hungry for a new story to feed its restless soul

The Radisson Blu Plaza Hotel, with its sleek facade and modern comforts, stands as an unsettling monument to the whispers of the past, where the air grows thick with the icy breath of unseen watchers. Guests, lured by the promise of luxury, often find themselves at the mercy of inexplicable movements-the soft clink of glasses rearranging themselves in the dead of night, and the unnerving sensation of cool fingers brushing against their skin, leaving them chilled to the bone even as the oppressive warmth of the room envelops them. Here, amid the sterile elegance, a deep-seated dread festers; for in the silence, something waits with malevolent patience, eager to remind the living that some guests never truly check out.