The Hangover from Hell

I stumbled into the hotel lobby, my head pounding and my stomach churning with every step. I had spent the night partying with my friends, and now I was paying the price. The hotel clerk gave me a sympathetic smile as I checked in, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep off this hangover.

But as I stumbled down the dimly lit hallway to my room, something felt off. The air was thick and heavy, and the shadows seemed to stretch and writhe like living things. I tried to shake off the feeling, but it clung to me like a bad dream.

I reached my room and fumbled with the key, finally managing to get the door open. But as soon as I stepped inside, I knew something was horribly wrong. The room was freezing cold, despite the fact that the air conditioning was turned off. And there was a smell in the air that made my stomach turn even more.

I stumbled over to the bed and collapsed onto it, hoping to just sleep through whatever was happening. But as I closed my eyes, I heard something whispering in the darkness. It was a low, guttural voice that seemed to be coming from all around me.

I opened my eyes again and saw that the shadows in the room had grown even darker. They were twisting and writhing like living things, reaching out to touch me with cold, dead fingers.

And then I saw it. A figure standing in the corner of the room, its eyes glowing with a sickly green light. It was tall and thin, with long arms and legs that seemed to bend in unnatural ways.

I tried to scream, but my voice caught in my throat. The figure began to move towards me, its body contorting and twisting in impossible ways.

I tried to run, but my legs wouldn’t move. I was trapped, a helpless victim of whatever horrors lurked in this cursed hotel.

The figure reached out its hand and touched me, and everything went black. When I woke up, it was morning, and the sun was shining through the window. But I knew that what had happened last night was no dream.

I checked out of the hotel as quickly as I could, never looking back. But I knew that I would never be able to forget the horrors that had happened in that cursed place. And I knew that I would never be able to escape the hangover from hell that had brought me there in the first place.

Author: Opney. Illustrator: Staby. Publisher: Cyber.

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