In a remote corner of the forest, an old hotel stood, its once-grand architecture now marred by neglect and time. As autumn leaves whispered secrets to the wind, Clara and her husband, Mark, found themselves drawn to its ominous charm. They were seeking an escape from their routine, a weekend to rekindle the fading sparks of their marriage. What they found, however, was a terrifying descent into the hotel’s dark past.

As they stepped into the lobby, a chill washed over Clara, as if the air itself carried the weight of sorrow. The reception desk was unmanned, and the only sound was the distant echo of water dripping from a cracked ceiling. Despite the unsettling atmosphere, Mark assured Clara it was just an old building. Desperate for a weekend free from distractions, she reluctantly agreed to stay.

They were assigned Room 217, a room rumored to be the most haunted in the hotel. Local legends spoke of a woman named Evelyn, who had vanished under mysterious circumstances decades ago. Guests claimed to have seen her wandering the hallways, her ghostly form searching for something lost. Ignoring the tales, Clara unpacked their...