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00:00I never thought working at a five-star resort like Coral Cove would be anything but peaceful.
00:07The pristine beaches, the turquoise waves, and the rich guests.
00:12It was supposed to be a dream job, but there's something no one tells you about working in
00:16luxury hotels.
00:17The corridors, the rooms, the hidden corners, they all have their secrets.
00:22I've cleaned enough suites to know that the most beautiful places can hide the darkest
00:27things.
00:28I was on the night shift when they checked in, room 803, a mother and daughter, Elizabeth
00:35and Lily.
00:36They arrived like any other guests.
00:38Elizabeth was elegant, the kind of woman who spoke with a soft confidence, and her daughter,
00:43Lily, was, well, different.
00:46Something about her put me on edge from the start.
00:49She didn't look at her mother when she spoke, always glancing away, fidgeting like something
00:54was eating her up inside.
00:56I wouldn't have paid them much mind if it weren't for the strange requests they made
01:00the same evening.
01:02Around midnight, just as I was finishing up my rounds, Lily came down to the front desk.
01:07She was with a man, a stranger, tall, with dark eyes that felt too calm.
01:13His name was Marcus, and he was Lily's boyfriend.
01:16They were hushed, whispering to the receptionist.
01:19The two of them wanted an extra key for room 803 without Elizabeth knowing.
01:25That didn't sit right with me.
01:27I tried to shrug it off.
01:29Guests do weird things all the time.
01:31The next morning, I was assigned to clean their room.
01:34When I knocked, no one answered.
01:36Standard procedure is to go in if no one's around, so I unlocked the door.
01:41What greeted me was a mess, a broken fruit bowl, glass shards scattered across the floor,
01:47and a sickly sweet smell that turned my stomach.
01:51I've cleaned enough rooms to know the scent of death, even when it's masked by expensive
01:55perfume.
01:56I wasn't prepared for what I found.
01:59The suitcase, a big black one, sitting by the edge of the bed.
02:04As I approached, the smell intensified, and my heart started racing.
02:08Something was leaking from the bottom, a dark, sticky liquid.
02:12My hands shook as I reached for the zipper, but before I could even touch it, Lily walked
02:17in.
02:18Her eyes were wide and frantic.
02:20Behind her was Marcus, calm as ever, like the storm hadn't touched him at all.
02:26They froze when they saw me standing by the suitcase.
02:28What are you doing here?
02:31Lily's voice trembled.
02:32I...
02:33I was just cleaning.
02:35I stammered, my gaze darting between them and the suitcase.
02:38I didn't touch anything.
02:41Marcus stepped forward, blocking my path to the door.
02:44His eyes were cold, too cold for someone so young.
02:47You need to leave.
02:50Nodding, I slowly backed away.
02:52I'll come back later.
02:53Lily looked like she was going to cry.
02:55Her hands were trembling as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt.
02:59I wanted to reach out, to ask if she was okay, but Marcus's presence stopped me.
03:04He didn't say another word, just watched me with that unsettling stillness as I slipped
03:09out of the room and into the hallway.
03:12I didn't breathe until I was far away, tucked into a storage closet where I could pull myself
03:17together.
03:18My mind raced.
03:20Something horrible had happened in that room.
03:22I could feel it, sense it, and whatever was in that suitcase... it wasn't luggage.
03:28I rushed to tell my supervisor, but by the time we got back to room 803, it was too late.
03:34The suitcase was gone, and so were Lily and Marcus.
03:38The room was eerily clean, as if nothing had ever been out of place.
03:43But I knew better.
03:44I'd seen it.
03:45I'd smelled it.
03:46Elizabeth was gone, and I had a sinking feeling I knew where she was.
03:52Hours later, the resort was buzzing.
03:54Security footage showed the couple leaving with the suitcase, handing it off to a taxi
03:58driver who didn't know what he was carrying.
04:01They were found a few hours later, hiding in a cheap motel across town, arrested.
04:07Lily cried when they cuffed her, but Marcus didn't flinch.
04:10He just stared straight ahead, as if none of it mattered.
04:14Within hours, it was all over the news of how a greedy daughter killed her own mother
04:19with the help of her psycho boyfriend.
04:22Elizabeth had been wealthy, very wealthy.
04:25Her husband, Lily's father, had passed away not too long ago, leaving behind a large inheritance.
04:31But Elizabeth held tight to it, refusing to give Lily and Marcus any of it until Lily
04:37was older, more responsible, she'd said.
04:41And that's where Marcus came in.
04:43He didn't care about responsibility, he wanted the money, and he wanted it fast.
04:48Together, they'd planned it out.
04:50Lily lured her mother to Bali, under the guise of a bonding trip, while Marcus followed days
04:56later.
04:57Elizabeth never saw it coming.
04:59I couldn't sleep that night.
05:01The image of that suitcase, and Elizabeth's bloodied body lying inside it, haunted me
05:06as the weight of what I almost opened pressed onto my chest.
05:10I tried to forget, to push it out of my mind, but some things stick with you.
05:15The whispers in the hallways, the way the air felt colder after they left, it was like
05:20the hotel itself was holding onto that darkness.
05:24Even now, years later, I can't shake the memory of that night.
05:28I still work at Coral Cove, and every time I pass room 803, I get a chill.
05:34It's strange how paradise can turn into a nightmare so quickly, how easily people can
05:39hide the worst parts of themselves behind smiles and luxury.
05:43I've cleaned countless rooms since then, but I'll never forget that smell, that suitcase,
05:49and the cold, dead eyes of Marcus and Lily.
05:52Sometimes I wonder if the island remembers too.
05:58It was twenty years ago when I spent a summer at my grandparents' home in rural Wyoming.
06:03Their house sat near a serene lake, its water so calm that they mirrored the sky perfectly.
06:09As a city kid, the vast open spaces and the quiet nights were both exhilarating and a
06:15bit unsettling.
06:17Soon after my arrival, I made friends with some local kids around my age.
06:21There was Tom, with his mischievous grin, and Lisa, who was always up for an adventure.
06:27One afternoon, they introduced me to a peculiar game they'd invented.
06:31It involved one kid sitting on a plastic chair by the lake while another slapped the
06:35chair's back with a dusty cloth, building up static electricity.
06:39When someone touched the kid in the chair, a sharp jolt would spark, sending us all into
06:44fits of laughter.
06:46Eager to fit in, I took my turn on the chair.
06:49As Tom vigorously slapped the cloth against the seat, I felt the static beneath me build.
06:54Lisa reached out and tapped my arm, but instead of the quick shock I expected, a surge of
07:00energy coursed through me, and my vision blurred.
07:03Colors intensified, and the world around me took on a surreal, almost dream-like quality.
07:09I blinked rapidly, trying to steady myself.
07:13That's when I saw them, figures around the lake's edge that hadn't been there before.
07:18Men and women dressed in old-fashioned clothing, their faces pale and eyes distant.
07:24Some stood motionless, gazing across the water, while others walked slowly along the shore.
07:30The vision lasted only a few seconds before fading away, leaving me disoriented.
07:34Did you guys see that?
07:36I asked, my voice shaky.
07:39See what?
07:40Tom replied, exchanging a puzzled look with Lisa.
07:43The people by the lake.
07:45I insisted.
07:46They were right there.
07:48I think the static got to your head, Jack.
07:51Embarrassed, I dropped the subject, but later, as we parted ways, a quiet boy named Ethan
07:57approached me.
07:58He'd been on the outskirts of our group, rarely speaking.
08:01I believe you, he said softly.
08:04You do?
08:05Relief washed over me.
08:07I've seen them too.
08:09They're not real.
08:10Not like us.
08:11They're spirits.
08:12Spirits?
08:13I echoed, skeptical yet intrigued.
08:17Ethan glanced around to ensure we were alone.
08:20Meet me here tomorrow after everyone leaves.
08:22I'll show you.
08:24The next day, once the others had gone, Ethan and I returned to the lake with the plastic
08:28chair.
08:29My heart pounded as I sat down.
08:31He slapped the cloth against the chair, and when he touched my shoulder, the jolt was
08:35immediate.
08:36The world shifted again.
08:38This time, the spectral figures were clearer.
08:42Dozens of them dotted the shoreline.
08:43Some were wailing silently, mouths open in expressions of agony.
08:48Others trudged along, heads bowed.
08:50One woman in a tattered dress wept as she clutched something invisible to her chest.
08:55I tried to call out to them, but they didn't react.
08:58They can't hear us, Ethan said.
09:01They're trapped here, people who drown in the lake.
09:05A chill ran down my spine.
09:07How do you know this?
09:09My grandfather told me stories, said the lake holds memories of those who've died in it.
09:14The vision faded, and we were left standing by the tranquil waters.
09:18An uneasy silence settled between us.
09:21That evening, back at my grandparents' house, I was unusually quiet.
09:26My grandmother noticed.
09:28Her solution was feeding me more chicken soup.
09:31I lay in bed, the images of the spirits replaying in my mind.
09:35Sleep eluded me.
09:37Just as I began to drift off, a soft tapping at my window startled me.
09:41I sat up, heart racing.
09:44Ethan's face peered through the glass.
09:46We need to go back, he whispered when I opened the window.
09:50Now?
09:51It's the middle of the night.
09:52I think we can learn more.
09:54Please.
09:55Against my better judgment, I agreed.
09:58We slipped away into the cool night, the moon casting an ethereal glow over everything.
10:03At the lake's edge, we set up the chair once more.
10:07The stillness was unsettling.
10:09You go first.
10:10I sat down, and he repeated the ritual.
10:13As the jolt coursed through me, the surroundings transformed.
10:17The spirits were back, but this time, they were different.
10:22Their faces were sharper, their eyes glowing faintly, and they were all looking directly
10:27at us.
10:28Ethan?
10:29I whispered, fear creeping into my voice.
10:32They see us.
10:34He swallowed hard.
10:35We should leave.
10:36Before we could move, the spirits began to advance.
10:40They moved unnaturally, gliding over the ground without moving their legs.
10:44A low murmur filled the air, like a distant lament carried on the wind.
10:49Run!
10:50We bolted along the shoreline, the spirits in pursuit.
10:54The once familiar path became treacherous all of a sudden.
10:57I stumbled over rocks and roots, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
11:02The wailing grew louder, pressing in from all sides.
11:05I glanced back and saw one of the spirit's mere feet behind me, its hand outstretched.
11:11Its eyes were hollow, darkness swirling within.
11:14Panic surged, propelling me forward.
11:17Over here!
11:18Ethan called, veering towards a small footbridge that spanned a narrow stream feeding into
11:22the lake.
11:23We dashed across, and as we reached the other side, the spirits halted abruptly at the water's
11:28edge, unable to follow.
11:31We collapsed onto the grass, chest heaving.
11:34The spirit stood silently before slowly receding back toward the lake, eventually fading into
11:39the night.
11:40I am not doing that again, Ethan nodded solemnly.
11:45We parted ways, each sneaking back into our homes.
11:49The next morning, neither of us spoke of what happened.
11:51The rest of my stay passed uneventfully, but an unspoken understanding lingered between
11:57us.
11:58Years later, I still think about that summer.
12:01The images remain vivid, and I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt, as if our curiosity
12:06disturbed the souls at peace.
12:08I've never returned to that lake, but sometimes, in the quiet moments before sleep, I hear
12:13the faint echo of their silent wails.
12:19I had always cherished the rare moments when our family could escape the bustle of daily
12:24life.
12:25So, when I heard about the historic Venetian villa that had been converted to an Airbnb,
12:29which was available for a weekend stay at eye-watering prices, it seemed like the perfect
12:34retreat.
12:35The villa, though aged, possessed a certain charm, with its faded frescoes and ivy-clad
12:40walls whispering secrets of bygone eras.
12:43My husband, our three children, and I arrived on a crisp autumn afternoon, the setting sun
12:50casting golden hues over the ancient stone.
12:53I found it odd that there wasn't much staff, nor was the villa in a pristine condition.
12:58A property manager showed us around, then handed the keys.
13:01As we settled in, the children darted through the grand hallways, their laughter echoing
13:06off marble floors.
13:08I followed them into a dimly lit parlor, where a grand piano stood in solitary grandeur.
13:13Its ebony surface bore the scars of time, scratches marred its once lustrous finish,
13:19and several keys were chipped or missing.
13:22Drawn to it, I couldn't resist running my fingers over the ivory keys.
13:26I was a music teacher myself, who had a dream of one day becoming a maestro, but life had
13:32other plans.
13:33Despite its disrepair, I coaxed a few soft notes that echoed eerily through the silent
13:38halls.
13:40That evening, as we gathered for dinner, an unusual hush fell over the children.
13:44They picked at their food, eyes distant.
13:47Are you feeling alright?
13:49I asked, but they merely nodded.
13:51Later, as I tucked them into bed, I heard them humming unfamiliar melodies in their
13:56sleep, complex compositions far beyond their years.
13:59A shiver ran down my spine, but I dismissed it as remnants of the day's excitement.
14:06The next day, my husband grew uncharacteristically distant.
14:09He sat by the window, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the sill, as if playing an
14:14invisible instrument.
14:16What tune is that?
14:17I inquired gently.
14:19He glanced at me with a vacant stare.
14:22Just something stuck in my head, he murmured, before turning back to the window.
14:27The villa's previous owner was a brilliant, but tormented composer named Alessandro Verdi.
14:33Obsessed with creating the perfect symphony to bridge the mortal world and the afterlife,
14:38his fixation led to madness.
14:40He died in that mansion, his magnum opus unfinished.
14:44Suddenly, I heard the piano, but as I rushed to the room, there was no one.
14:50That night, a storm raged outside.
14:52The villa seemed to come alive with the music.
14:55I woke up to find my husband missing.
14:57Then, I ventured into my kids' room, and they were gone as well.
15:02I rushed to the hall in panic, but there I found them swaying like sleepwalkers, eyes
15:07glazed, each drawn to different walls while the piano played its music.
15:12The music gripped me as I called out to them, but they remained unresponsive.
15:17Desperate and terrified, I ran through the winding hallways, hoping to find a help, but
15:22my own shadow seemed to outrun me and then move on its own.
15:26Doors slammed shut behind me, and the air grew thick with the scent of old parchment
15:31and candle wax.
15:32I stumbled back into the parlor where the grand piano stood.
15:36To my astonishment, the room was transformed.
15:39The piano appeared restored.
15:42That is when the realization struck me.
15:44Verdi's spirit was in turmoil, his magnum opus unfinished.
15:49Music might be the key to appeasing him.
15:51With trembling hands, I sat at the piano, drawing upon my own skills and the haunting
15:56memories my children had hummed.
15:58I began to weave together the fragments of the unfinished symphony.
16:02The notes flowed seamlessly, guided by a force beyond my understanding.
16:07The music swelled, filling the villa with a hauntingly beautiful composition that resonated
16:12with sorrow and longing.
16:14As I played the final chord, a profound silence enveloped the villa.
16:18The oppressive atmosphere lifted, and the shadows receded into the walls.
16:23My husband and children blinked, finally waking up, confusion clouding their faces.
16:29What happened?
16:30My husband asked, his eyes searching mine.
16:33I think it's over.
16:35I whispered, relief washing over me.
16:38The restored piano faded back into its dilapidated state.
16:42The air was clear and still, the storm outside calming to a gentle rain.
16:47The next morning, we hastily packed our belongings, eager to leave the villa behind.
16:52As we loaded the car, I glanced back one last time.
16:56For a fleeting moment, I think I saw a figure standing at an upper window, a man with a
17:01gentle smile.
17:02Then, he faded away, leaving only the ancient stone facade.
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