The Haunted Hotel part 1: Martin

Chapter #1

Chapter 1

Thursday, 19th September 1996.

Dear reader. I'll make a short introduction about myself.

My name is Martin, 22 years old and always greedy for adventure and the paranormal.

When I was five years old, my big example at the time, my father, passed away.

It was a terrible experience because I saw it happen right before my eyes...

What helped was that I could see him every single night before I went to sleep. He was just standing there, as in a crystal clear vision.

Sometimes we talked a bit, but there were also nights that I cried because he wasn't with us anymore. He would then rush towards me, what scared me in the beginning even though I knew he would never hurt me in any way, he would try to comfort me by wrapping his arms around me, as he did that, I always felt a warmth over my shoulders and it made me calm down.

To be honest, I still see him very often and the weird thing is: he never changed over the years..

What I would like to discover is if I can also see other spirits. I have already found out that I can feel them, and also notice if they are good or aggressive.

The paranormal is definitely a dangerous practice as I experienced on my first date with my former girlfriend.

I took her to a nice café where we were going to grab a drink and maybe something to eat - all in all, it would be a lovely date.

She was sitting opposite me and I saw a sort of cold, black shade above her head...

Every time the shade came closer she would shiver a little, but she, like any other person, thought nothing about it and ignored it.

I, on the other hand, was trying to communicate with the shade and tell it not to bother us.

Now, I know this is dumb and extremely dangerous, but well, I was still young and ignorant at the time..

Because suddenly the wraith was sick of my threats, so it was flying towards me at an insane speed, too fast to actually close myself for it, so it entered me like a honey-bee enters a flower.

Within an instant I felt its cold and negative energy surge through me.

My girlfriend panicked as she saw me struggle and was about to call 9-1-1, when I put my hand up to point at her phone, I looked intensely at her - apparently with entirely black eyeballs. Luckily she got the hint and handed the phone over.

It seemed the spirit felt what I was up to, because with every number I tried to type it became more difficult, eventually I managed to type the desired phone number and handed it over to my girlfriend again as soon as I touched "dial".

She tried to explain what was happening to me to the person on the other side, apparently that person understood what was going on because the phone was put against my ear. "oh honey, my sweet grandson, is there a dark spirit in you?"

I only barely succeeded to whisper a very small and weak "yes", she started to mumble a few sentences witch triggered me to shudder heavily.

Once the ritual was over I felt that trusted warmth of my father again and this time I heard him whisper: "I'm sorry son, he was too strong for me, I could not fight him. I am very proud of you boy, remember that: very proud." And at that moment the tears began to flow, just because of the intensity of the last few minutes and my dad telling me he's proud of me. "Thank you, dad, thank you."

Okay, I have to admit that this is a bit long, being an introduction, but I just wanted to let you know why I am going to do this, and to tell you the reason why I can see and feel spirits.

The next journal will be about my journey to the Paradise View Hotel, known throughout the globe for its number of ghost appearances..

So, I will see you next time,

Yours sincerely,

Martin