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June 16, 1971. We are not alone here. Things aren't going right, and I swear I clean a room and it's like I never touched it the next day. Things move on their own and I'm scared. I followed my aunt here because I inherited this hotel from my father, but now I wish I never knew about this place. I keep hearing voices saying they want my help. They want to be free, to breathe fresh air. I just need to find the key and unlock room 54.
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