On a Wednesday night, my boyfriend and I went on a romantic date to a hotel. Everything seemed perfect as we cuddled together, but suddenly, my boyfriend's demeanor changed. He expressed feeling negative vibes in the room, particularly near the cupboard where I had retrieved my blanket earlier. Goosebumps pricked my skin, and a shiver of fear ran down my spine.
We decided to remain silent, focusing on the subtle details that heightened the eerie atmosphere. The air conditioner emitted strange noises, and I struggled not to let my thoughts spiral out of control. My boyfriend insisted that we were not alone and advised against speaking, suggesting we ponder our next steps quietly.
Out of nowhere, he began swearing at an unseen presence - an old tradition in our culture believed to drive away malevolent spirits. Despite the tension, I couldn't help but hold back a nervous laugh. Yet, deep down, terror gripped me.
He instructed me to dispose of our leftovers, including flushing a bottle of water down the toilet. As I obeyed, the cacophony of noises from the bathroom only intensified my anxiety. Amidst the chaos, I thought I heard someone weeping, but I reassured myself it was just my imagination.
Upon leaving the bathroom, I discovered my boyfriend had been sincere about his actions, further unsettling me. He comforted me, assuring that the entity would not harm us and that we were safe to leave.
As we hastily gathered our belongings and exited the room, I whispered prayers for protection. Upon reaching the parking lot, we glanced back at the hotel window we had closed, only to find it wide open - a chilling confirmation of our suspicions.
Reflecting on our evening, I recalled a moment earlier when I caught a whiff of strong perfume along a desolate roadside, surrounded only by bushes. Was that the beginning of our encounter with the unknown, or was it merely a haunted spot along our journey? The question lingered, shrouded in the unsettling events of the night.
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