Room 214 had been locked for years in the old Grand Crest Hotel. Guests were never allowed near it, and the staff avoided even mentioning its name. But curiosity is a dangerous thing.
When Mark checked in one night, the receptionist accidentally handed him the key to Room 214. By the time he realized it, he was already standing in front of the door.
The hallway was silent. Too silent.
He unlocked the door.
Inside, the room looked normal at first—clean bed, dim lamp, a mirror on the wall. But the air felt heavy, like something was watching him.
As the clock struck midnight, the lights flickered.
Then the mirror cracked.
Mark stepped closer, his reflection staring back… but it didn’t move when he did.
A cold whisper filled the room.
“You took my place.”
The door slammed shut behind him.
Panic surged as he tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. The reflection in the mirror slowly smiled, even though Mark didn’t.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pull, like something dragging him backward.
The next morning, the staff unlocked Room 214.
The room was empty.
Except for one thing.
In the mirror, a man stood inside… banging desperately to get out. 👻







