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Let me just start off by saying, the reason I stayed employed so long even after the first weird thing that happened was because the job paid well over minimum wage, and it was about a 10-minute drive from my house.

So, before anyone asks, that's why I didn't up and quit. I worked at a large

hotel in a medium-sized city in the Midwest. Where isn't important? I got the job right out of

high school, and it was perfect for me. Good pay, close to home. Easy as hell. And I did my research on the

hotel. It wasn't built on any ancient burial grounds. And from what I could tell, no one

had ever died there. I didn't experience anything remotely weird until the third floor

renovations started. I had kind of a jack-of-all-trades position at the hotel,

meaning I did a lot of different things. I cleaned rooms, worked the front desk, delivered room

service orders, sometimes even did lifeguard duty at the pool. Once the shit started happening,

it happened all over, and me being in the position I was,

I saw more than any other employee did.

Believe what you want, but the events I am about to recount were all too real for me.

I wish I were just being creative.

I got to my night shift at 8 p.m. on a Tuesday. Being that it was in the middle of the week,

we had about half of our regular occupancy, by no means an empty hotel, but just generally

less hustle was needed than, say, a Friday or Saturday night. The first few hours of my shift

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