Skip to main content

Room 303: The Haunting at The Abandoned Hotel

Room 303: The Haunting at The Abandoned Hotel

In the eerie hush of the night, gathered around a flickering campfire, my friends and I swapped spine-chilling stories during our engineering trip to Mysore. It was the perfect setting for tales of terror, and one story, in particular, still haunts my nightmares.

It was a story shared by a friend, one that his uncle had experienced. Little did I know that this story would plunge us into a nightmarish world more horrifying than any horror movie.

His uncle was a successful entrepreneur in the hotel business, owning several establishments in the city. However, he was on the lookout for a new acquisition. One day, he stumbled upon a newspaper advertisement for a hotel being sold at an unbelievably low price. Intrigued, he couldn't resist the temptation to investigate. The location was perfect – in the heart of the city and close to the main roads. With no hesitation, he decided to buy the hotel.

After the paperwork was completed, he became the proud owner of the new hotel. His family celebrated the acquisition and soon started to run the business. They announced their presence and advertised their hotel. Initially, customers flocked to the place, but their stays were short-lived, cut abruptly by strange and unsettling experiences. They claimed to hear chilling noises in the dead of night, which sent shivers down their spines.

His uncle was deeply troubled by these bizarre occurrences but refused to entertain the notion of the supernatural. Yet, he was soon to confront a horrifying reality.

It all began with a peculiar and mysterious incident. His uncle received a call from room 303, with a lady on the other end requesting a bowl of noodles to her room. The details were noted, and the kitchen staff were instructed to deliver the noodles to her room. However, when the server reached room 303, it was unoccupied. Bewildered, he reported back to the owner.



Just when they assumed it was a simple mix-up, the phone in room 303 rang once more, this time at midnight. The same lady's voice on the line requested the same noodles. His uncle, perplexed, insisted that the noodles had already been delivered and that she must be mistaken. She insisted, "I'm in room number 303." Frustrated, he assumed there was some misunderstanding and dispatched the server once more.

However, the server returned with the same news – room 303 was empty. The calls persisted, night after night, all originating from an empty room. The situation became increasingly eerie and unnerving.

One fateful night, curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to investigate room 303 personally. As the witching hour approached, he ventured to the room. With trepidation, he swung the door open. The room was plunged into darkness, with an eerie silence. He felt a sudden chill run down his spine.

But then, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw her – a ghostly figure of a girl, standing before the mirror. Her face was a grotesque, nightmarish distortion. In terror, he screamed and fled from the room, his heart pounding in his chest.

After this harrowing encounter, he decided to sell the hotel. It became apparent that the reason for the rock-bottom price was the malevolent presence in room 303. The next day, he hastily advertised the sale, and, to his relief, someone else took the cursed hotel at a fraction of its value.

When my friend recounted this tale, I couldn't sleep for days. The specters of the supernatural world, it seemed, were not confined to fiction or the silver screen but lurked in the hidden corners of our reality, waiting to torment the living.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Ajjis stories:

Ajji's Stories Tales from Grandma's Table: Nourishing Imaginations One Story at a Time The Natural Instinct: Understanding Why Hens Dig and Search for Food Once upon a time, in a land where hens and eagles coexisted, they formed an unlikely friendship. They shared a mutual respect and looked out for one another. However, a time of war befell the land, and the eagles had to leave their nests to defend their territory. Before departing, the eagle leader approached the hens and requested their assistance in protecting their precious offspring during the conflict. He solemnly warned the hens that if any harm befell the eagle chicks, the eagles would be forced to take retribution by consuming the hens' own chicks in return. Understanding the gravity of the situation, the hens eagerly agreed to help. The hens, determined to keep their promise, devised a plan to safeguard the eagle chicks. They constructed sturdy cages and securely locked them with keys, ensuring the young eagles ...
49 comments
Read more

Kumkum and the Divine Wrath

This is a true story experienced by one of my cousins — something beyond explanation, something divine. My cousin owns a building with around six houses rented out to different families. Some time ago, a couple moved into one of these houses. Over the course of six months, they became quite close to my cousin’s family. Eventually, the couple had a baby, and everyone was happy for them. However, a few months after the birth, the wife began acting strangely. She would speak in an unusual manner, and her behavior started scaring her husband. Worried, he called my cousin for help. When my cousin arrived, she was shocked by what she saw — the woman's eyes were wide open, almost unnaturally, and she was saying things like, “Come and apply kumkum to me.” She had already put some kumkum on her forehead herself. At that moment, they realized something divine had taken over her — it seemed like a god had entered her body. She turned to her husband and said, “You promised me something but did...
Post a Comment
Read more

Haunted Bicycle Ride

In the dimly lit room, I gathered my friends around, eager to share a chilling tale passed down from my grandfather. Before I recount his bone-chilling encounter, allow me to paint a picture of my dear grandfather—a joyful and talented man, skilled in music, capable of playing the flute, tabla, piano, and more. He was a maestro in dance, mastering the art of both Kathak and Bharatanatyam. Yet, amidst all his passions, one thing held a peculiar grip on his heart—fish. He couldn't bear a day without this aquatic delicacy; it had to accompany every meal, or he'd refuse to eat anything else. This eerie tale harks back some forty years, to a time when the world was a vastly different place. My grandfather resided in a quaint little village known as Kumta. In those days, the road leading to his home was a haunting path. No streetlights dared to pierce the darkness, and dense forests loomed ominously on either side. But things have changed drastically since then, as you'll soon se...
2 comments
Read more