Hotel Casa del Parque

The Hotel Casa del Parque loomed like a shadowy sentinel over Pereira, its peeling facade whispering of a bygone era, where once joyous laughter had long since turned to silence. By night, as the fog slithered through its gardens, visitors would catch fleeting glimpses of a ghostly woman in white, her sorrowful wails tangled in the rustling leaves, while inside, the flickering lights seemed to quiver with a life of their own, as if the building itself shuddered at the secrets it held. Those who dared to stay felt a chill prickling their skin, as if every corner of the hotel was alive, watching, waiting for something-or someone-who should not be there.