@Ledezmajoven 11 July 2025 more from that month

the hotel room

Hello friend, I'm taking some time again to share this horror story with you. My name is Elías, and what I'm about to tell you isn't a legend or a nightmare. It's real. It happened in an abandoned hotel on the outskirts of Bucaramanga. I was working as a freelance photographer for a digital magazine about haunted places. My goal: to get the best shot for a viral cover. My mistake: entering room 213. The hotel was destroyed, with debris, broken windows, and damp walls. But when I went up to the second floor, the air change ded: it smelled of fresh flowers. When I opened the door to room 213, everything was new. Clean. As if someone still lived there. An antique lamp hung from the ceiling, and on the perfectly made bed was a porcelain doll with its eyes fixed on me.