The group gathers in the moonlit shadow of the Stanley Hotel, their breath visible in the crisp mountain air. Y/N stands alongside Sam Golbach and Colby Brock, feeling the weight of the hotel’s dark history pressing in from every side. As the guide pushes open the heavy front doors, Kris Collins cracks a nervous joke to break the tension, but the uneasy feeling in the pit of Y/N’s stomach only grows. The grand staircase looms ahead, appearing like a gateway into a past that refuses to stay buried.Guided by the flicker of flashlights, the team navigates the labyrinthine corridors where the air feels unnaturally cold. Y/N watches as Sam and Colby set up their equipment, the hum of the EMF meters echoing the frantic beat of Y/N’s heart. Every creak of the floorboards sounds like a footstep following close behind, and Kris points out strange shadows dancing at the edge of the vision. It becomes clear to Y/N that the stories of the Stanley are not just legends; something in this building is very much awake.When the group enters the infamous Room 217, a heavy silence falls over everyone. Y/N notices the temperature plummeting until a thin mist forms with every exhaled breath. Suddenly, the guide stops mid-sentence as a door clicks shut on its own, locking the team inside the darkened suite. Fear surges through Y/N when a faint, childlike whisper giggles from the corner of the room, far from where any of the others are standing. Sam’s camera flickers and dies, leaving Y/N and the group in total darkness.