The Shadow in Room 306
I never believed in ghosts. That was until I spent a night at the old Hillridge Motel. I was on a road trip, exhausted from driving all day, and the motel was the only place available. The receptionist, an elderly woman with hollow eyes, hesitated before handing me the key to Room 306. Her voice was low when she said, “Don’t open the closet.” I… Read More »The Shadow in Room 306
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