V-Ink Stories
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Welcome to my page where the shadows follow you and nightmares become real, but don't worry they're just stories... right?
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Something keeps calling the front desk asking for Room 112
I work night shifts at a mid-tier hotel — you know, the kind that sits right off the interstate and smells like coffee, carpet cleaner, and lost hope. My shifts are 11 p.m. to 7 a.m., which basically means I babysit an empty lobby and listen to the building breathe.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
[FINAL UPDATE] The night clerk who posted about Room 112 is gone.
Hey, I work at the same hotel as the guy who wrote those posts about the phone calls asking for Room 112. I wasn’t sure if I should post this here, but I found something last night that I can’t stop thinking about.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
Every night I take the elevator to the basement… even though we don’t have one
Hey everyone. I work nights at a mid-range hotel off the highway. It’s not fancy, but it’s clean, quiet, and usually empty after midnight. I’m the night porter — basically, I clean up the lobby, restock towels, handle laundry, and do any random maintenance jobs that come up.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
The cameras don’t catch who’s walking the halls at night.
(Posted by u/NightShiftWatcher – r/TrueOffMyChest) I work night security at a mid-range hotel in Colorado. It’s one of those places that’s been remodeled a dozen times but still somehow feels old — too many corners that don’t line up, too many flickering lights that maintenance “can’t find a reason for.”
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
Meat Lover's Curse
Jason wasn’t a fan of the pizzeria’s latest menu addition: the "Ultimate Meat Lover's Special." It was an over-the-top creation piled high with every type of meat imaginable—pepperoni, sausage, ham, bacon, meatballs, and some unidentifiable ground meat that the manager swore was a "secret blend." Customers loved it, but Jason hated the overwhelming, sickly-sweet smell that clung to the boxes.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Horror
