Hotel Hermes loomed over Delphi like a watchful specter, its dilapidated facade whispering secrets of long-forgotten guests; within its shadowed hallways, the echoes of laughter twisted into something sinister, curling around warm bodies like an icy finger tracing a spine. Cold drafts prowled through the rooms, snaking beneath doorways to chill not just the flesh but the very marrow of the soul, as if restless spirits were searching for the warmth of the living. Those who lingered at midnight learned quickly that in this forsaken haven, laughter was often just the prelude to a darkness that clung to the air-an invitation to the unknown that few dared to accept.

Nestled against the brooding cliffs of Delphi, Hotel Parnassos looms like a forgotten relic, its once-vibrant walls now cloaked in a sinister whisper, echoing with the laughter of unseen children and the murmurs of lost souls. Guests have been known to awaken to the unsettling shuffle of furniture in the dark, only to find their belongings subtly rearranged in the chill of the dawn, as if the hotel itself were curating memories of those who had long since departed. As the sun sinks behind the mountains, the air thickens with a palpable dread, binding the living to the restless shadows of the past-a pact unwittingly forged by all who dare to linger in its haunted embrace.

Beneath the marble grandeur of Hotel Kallisto, a cold breath of the ancients lingers, whispering secrets of souls lost to time. Guests have felt the oppressive chill of phantom shadows weaving through dim corridors, their flickering forms darting just beyond the corner of their eyes, accompanied by the bone-deep unease of sudden temperature drops that suck warmth from the air like a hungry void. Many have checked in but fewer have checked out unscathed, haunted by the lingering echo of footsteps that belong to no living being.

In the shadow of the ancient oracle, the Ariadne Hotel stands draped in an unsettling stillness, where the air thickens with the stale whispers of forgotten rituals and flickering lights render the once-vibrant corridors into ghostly vagaries. Guests wander the dimly lit halls, drawn to the unsettling pulse that seems to murmur through the very walls, only to find their dreams haunted by the eerie echoes of muffled voices and the unsettling sensation of unseen eyes watching from the darkness. Many have fled in the dead of night, unable to shake the bone-deep chill of an ancient presence that lingers just beyond their sight, leaving behind the inexplicable dread that culminates in a single, harrowing thought: what truly watches from the