Hotel Catania

In the dimly lit hallways of Hotel Catania, the air is thick with an unsettling chill that clings to the skin like a shroud, while disembodied laughter skitters across the cobwebbed corners, echoing off the ancient stone walls as if the building itself were mocking its guests. Those brave enough to linger in the common areas often find themselves enveloped by whispers that twine around them like tendrils of smoke, and within the solitude of their rooms, an unseen presence stirs-a silent witness to their every breath, leaving behind an inexplicable sense of dread that lingers long after theyve departed. In the stillness of the night, the line between the living and the lost blurs, and many