Room Seventeen

Elara Vance dreamt of a peaceful life in the North-East English countryside, a quiet escape in a dilapidated hotel she and her husband poured their souls into. But from the moment The Old Bell opened its doors in 1980, guests began asking about a room that didn't exist: Room 17. A collective delusion, she told herself. Just the building's musty air. Yet, the questions persisted, a disquieting hum beneath her new beginning. Soon, subtle shifts in the layout, fleeting shadows, and a chilling sense of being watched forced Elara to question not only her sanity but the very fabric of their new home. Something malevolent stirred within the old walls, an entity that fed on fear and deception. Then, on one blustery night, a seventeenth door materialised at the end of the upstairs corridor, a door that was never there before. Inside, photographs depicted the chilling fate of her unsuspecting guests, a macabre countdown to a horror she couldn't comprehend. And her husband, Arthur, knew more than he let on, his charm a veil for a devastating betrayal. The Old Bell isn't just a hotel; it's a trap, its previous owners now trapped within its very walls. As the body count rises and the photographs become increasingly personal, Elara must confront a centuries-old curse and her husband's complicity before the final, most terrifying image comes to pass: one showing her standing beside the lifeless bodies of everyone she holds dear.