write a story about your experience of staying in a haunted hotel room during your visit to a hill station
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I walk out of the bus with all my packed stuff and luggage. I was happy and cheary to get out of my one bedroom apartment and go somewhere new. I smile as I walk up the dirt road, well more like dirt path that leads to the hotel I'm staying at. I make it to the front door and ring the bell. I wait and someone opens the door. I walk in and thank the person for letting me in, I tell them I'll be staying here and that I reserved a room. I wait in the lobby but there's a weird uneasiness that won't leave me. I sigh as I'm still worried and nervous even though I'm ment to be relaxing here. I wish this tightness in my chest just left me alone for a second. I snap back into reality after the lobby person calls my name and hands me my key. I thank them and head up to my room. Now for context I booked a room in the top floor that has a balcony that a around 14 meters above the ground so yeah. The feeling of guilt and uneasiness increasing, I sigh and place my bags on the floor and take the keys out of my pocket. I unlock the door and push all my luggage inside. I feel overwhelming pain for some reason and tears start rolling down my checks, staining them. I wipe the tears with my sleeves and sniffle. "Why am I crying?" I think to myself "Why can't I be happy today?" Then I feel like, what I can only describe in words is switching bodies. I see something that's scared me, I see someone familiar but I can't tell who. He was hanging from the celling fan of my room and I can feel someone holding me tight and repeating the pharses "It's going to be okay" and "You won't leave me right?" I then go back to being in my body. I'm on the floor and I feel like a memory that I missed is back, I look at the celling fan and he's still there, why is he there? why is he there? WHY IS HE THERE? WHO IS HE? WHO w- was he? What is going on. I then don't remember anything else than laying on a hospital bed and my mother beside me. After I recovered I asked my mother about something and she replied with "Your older brother hung himself in a hotel room at a hill station" Why didn't I remember him, all those memories came back and I sobbed, my mother comforted me and I've been going to therapy for my trauma.
(Sorry for the plot holes and writing style, I haven't been writing so yeah)
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