The Last Light in Room 306
On the outskirts of a forgotten town stood Blackwood Hotel, a place locals avoided after sunset. The building had been abandoned for over thirty years. Windows were shattered, the paint peeled like dead skin, and the sign outside flickered weakly even though no electricity ran through the building.
People said the hotel was haunted.
But Arjun Malik, a young travel vlogger, didn’t believe in ghosts.
“Tonight,” he said to his camera, “I’m exploring one of the most haunted places in the region — Blackwood Hotel.”
The wind howled through the broken entrance doors as he stepped inside. Dust covered the floor like snow, and the smell of mold filled the air.
His flashlight cut through the darkness.
The lobby was silent.
Too silent.
Arjun walked toward the staircase when suddenly—
DING.
A sound echoed through the hall.
The elevator.
Arjun froze.
“That’s… strange,” he whispered.
The elevator door slowly slid open.
Inside, the light flickered weakly, illuminating the rusted control panel. Only one button glowed red.
306.
“Looks like that’s where we’re going,” Arjun said nervously.
The elevator moved on its own.
Floor numbers blinked upward.
2…
3…
The doors opened.
The hallway was darker than the lobby, stretching endlessly in both directions. Peeling wallpaper revealed black stains beneath.
At the end of the corridor, a door stood slightly open.
Room 306.
Arjun pushed the door.
Inside, the room looked strangely untouched. A bed sat neatly made, and an old lamp glowed softly beside it.
Then he noticed something chilling.
The lamp wasn’t plugged in.
Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open.
Arjun’s camera trembled as he turned.
A pale woman stood there.
Her hair covered most of her face, dripping wet like she had just stepped out of a river. Slowly, she lifted her head.
Her eyes were empty black holes.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” she whispered.
The lamp exploded.
Darkness swallowed the room.
Arjun screamed and ran into the hallway, but something was wrong.
The corridor had changed.
The doors were gone.
Only endless walls remained.
Then he heard footsteps behind him.
Slow.
Dragging.
Closer.
Closer.
He turned around.
The woman stood at the end of the hall.
But now there were many of her.
Dozens.
Standing outside doors that had suddenly appeared again.
Every door was labeled the same number.
306.
Arjun ran back to the elevator and smashed the button.
Nothing.
Behind him the whispering grew louder.
“You came… you stay…”
The elevator finally opened.
Arjun jumped inside and slammed the button for the lobby.
The doors closed.
The elevator descended rapidly.
When it opened again, Arjun rushed out.
But the lobby was different.
Clean.
Bright.
Full of people.
A receptionist looked up.
“Welcome to Blackwood Hotel,” she said calmly. “Checking in?”
Arjun looked around in horror.
Guests walked past him like nothing was wrong.
Then he saw the guest register on the desk.
The last entry read:
Room 306 — Arjun Malik — Permanent Stay
Behind him, the elevator dinged again.
When he turned—
The pale woman stood inside.
Smiling.
And the elevator doors slowly closed.
The last light in Room 306 flickered once…
…and went out forever.
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