“The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.” So goes the rumor. I love visiting ghost towns.
Driving into the town, I pull into the parking lot of the hotel at the top of the hill. I put the car in park, unfasten my seat belt and get out. It is so quiet.
I head towards the front door of the hotel. It is chipped, peeling, and open. I walk in. Dust covers the floor. A huge mirror hangs behind the front desk. There is a bell on the desk. I walk over to it and tap. A ding rings throughout the lobby. I can hear footsteps behind me. My heart begins to race. Turning, I look. I do not see anyone.
Behind me, I hear a voice. “Welcome to the Miners Hill Hotel. Would you like a room?” I turn towards the voice. No one is there. The front door slams shut and locks. I gulp.
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