The Hotel Virrey de Mendoza looms like a specter from the 18th century, its crumbling walls whispering secrets of a time long past, where flickering candlelight dances upon stained glass, casting fleeting shadows that seem to breathe. Guests often find themselves enveloped in an icy shroud-an unexplained drop in temperature that gnaws at the very marrow of their bones-while whispers of a ghostly figure roam the dimly lit corridors, a former guest lost to time, forever replaying the final moments of a life that ended too soon amidst the hotels faded opulence. Those who dare to sleep beneath its ornate ceilings discover that the suffocating dread is not merely a figment of their imagination, but an unw

Beneath the weight of time, Hotel Casa de las Flores sits cloaked in the whispers of a hundred years, where sunlight filters through petals but never quite reaches the shadows that linger just out of sight. The laughter of children dances on the evening breeze, a haunting melody that echoes through the garden; yet no child has played there for decades, and the flickering forms that flit between the flowers seem too quick, too ethereal, to be anything but a mirage of innocence lost. In the stillness of the night, as the moon casts its pale glow upon the crumbling walls, guests find themselves unnervingly aware that the joy of the past is watching-and waiting.

The Hacienda San Antonio Mulix stands like a bruised relic beneath a jaundiced moon, its once-vibrant walls now peeling and pallid, whispering the forgotten lamentations of colonial workers who haunt its shadowed halls. Guests speak in hushed tones of spectral silhouettes flitting through the dusty corridors, while furniture shifts inexplicably, as if eager to avoid the company of the living, each creak amplifying the dread that coils tightly around the heart. In this forsaken sanctuary, the living tread cautiously, aware that the past has no intention of resting easy, and every whisper of the night may beckon them closer to a fate entwined with those who never left.