Many people who had visited the place, always seemed to be fearful of the dark entity that resides there. But who knows?
One person tells them, they call that person crazy. Another tells them, and they too will be called insane. But what if a group of people, many individuals attempt to stay the night as the rest did?
Will they be called insane too?
No one knows what happened in the Anchorage Hotel. The thrilling secrets that hide within the vintage brown walls, the eerie silence that lingers throughout the hotel at nights. The flickering closet lights that's disturbing every night.
The chilling cries and screams of the torned souls, the ones who reside before. It's obviously scary, but have you ever thought about what they went through before they died, the things they thought as they took their last breath?
The image of whom passed through their eyes, a tear silently escapes the eye of that fragile body, the light leaves their eyes, another soul lost, another person to grieve. Not all souls are bad, as they say, don't judge a book by it's cover, because that bad soul could've been through something tragic.
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
