Room 103

[—> Whispers build in both ears] “Don’t close the door… unless you’re ready.”

“Welcome to Room 103. You’ll be staying… forever.”

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The key was warm when I picked it up

No staff. No guests. Just the scent of dust

The hallway blinked when I stepped inside

And the door behind me whispered, “Hide.”

The mirror moved but I stood still

Saw my breath on the window sill

The floorboards groaned like they were fed

And something laughed inside my head

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I closed my eyes but not my fear

I left the world, but stayed in here

The room remembers every guest—

And sings them all to haunted rest

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Now I sleep beneath the floor

With all who stayed in 103 before

The walls have mouths, the lights can see

The voice you hear?

That used to be me

I knock at night with someone else’s hand

This is my grave

But I still stand

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There’s writing now that wasn’t there

Above the bed, it says: “Beware.”

But every time I try to scream—

It sounds like someone else’s dream

The phone rings once, then bleeds a tone

A lullaby in monotone

The mattress hums. The lightbulbs cry.

I’m not alone. But who am I?

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“Do not answer the knock.”

“Do not face the mirror.”

“Do not look beneath the bed…”

“…because that’s where you’ll find yourself.”

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BANG THE FLOOR—LET THE DEMONS IN!

TEAR MY FACE AND WEAR MY SKIN!

EVERY WORD I SCREAM IS A SCRIPT I READ!

THIS ISN’T A ROOM—IT’S WHAT YOU BLEED!

[→ Screamed layers] (“Check in. Break skin. Begin again.”)

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Room service never came that day…

But something tucked me in anyway.

“Go to sleep, close your eyes…”

“One more soul, one more lie…”

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Now I sleep beneath the floor

With all who screamed in 103 before

The ceiling weeps, the windows sing

I’ve become the haunted thing

I knock at night with someone else’s hand

This is my curse

But I still stand

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“Check-out time is never.”

[—> Final line] (slow, distorted):

“Room 103 is ready… for you.”