The Olde Stone Inn crouches beneath the heavy fog of St. John's like a secretive sentinel of forgotten lives, where the laughter of long-dead patrons echoes in the chill-wrought corridors, teasing the eardrums of the living with tantalizing whispers. Shadows flit erratically, darting between doorways like nervous specters, while the unsettling symphony of disembodied voices reverberates through empty rooms, a chilling reminder that some guests check in but never check out. Each night, the air thickens with a palpable dread, as if the very walls exhale the sighs of those who once roamed freely, and the only assurance of safety lies in the knowledge that, though you may sleep, you are never

In the heart of St. John's, the Sheraton Hotel stands like a sentinel of forgotten sorrows, its once-splendid hallways now haunted by the flicker of lights that seem to whisper warnings of a time gone wrong. Guests speak in hushed tones of icy drafts that slither through the rooms, carrying disembodied echoes of laughter and cries, while the shadows stretch longer than they should, drawing the living into a dance with the dead. In the stillness of the night, those who dare linger feel an unsettling certainty that they are never truly alone, as the hotels restless spirits weave their stories of despair, leaving a chilling reminder: some doors should never be opened.

The Inn by the Bay stood resolute against the biting winds of St. John's, its weather-beaten facade whispering tales of a 19th-century past, where shadows danced in the flickering candlelight of faded halls. Guests, lured by its quaint charm, often found themselves shrouded in a bone-chilling embrace as they wandered into the older parts-where spectral figures materialized from the swirling mists, their mournful gazes frozen in time, and the air thickened with an unnatural chill that seeped deep into their bones. Those who dared to sleep beneath its creaking eaves spoke in hushed tones of restless nights, as the weight of unseen eyes pressed down upon them, reminding them that some histories are best