The Stanley hotel incidence by Juan.C

This is not a joke, this story is 100% true and needs to be taken seriously.

Hi, my name is Frank Manson and I live in Denver colorado… will I use to, you see I was moving to Casper Wyoming because the rent is cheaper, plus I didn't like my landlord anyways.
 I was driving to Casper and it was late so I thought I could stop in a hotel for the night, I went to the Stanley hotel you know the one at Estes Park. my family keeps warning me that the hotel is “haunted”... I should of listen to them.
I went to order my room and one of the workers told me to be careful. I sleep at room 217, I was comfortable until I heard a loud scream, I checked outside to see what's wrong but then I saw what looked like a 3-year-old boy... smiling at me, and then he screamed at me.
 I close the door and hide in the closet because of how terrified I was it didn't help that the air conditioner was on (well I thought it was) it was like if the darkness was breathing behind my neck.
I waited for about 20 minutes and then got out of the closet, I thought I was fine until I heard laughing from under my bed, I check what It was and it was a woman, with a white dress covered in blood stains and long unwashed black hair, she was laying there for 3 seconds until… ahhhhhhh she came flying Torres me and then I fell back.
bugs were holding me down while the women grew a large jaw ready to eat me and then I got knocked out.
I woke up the next day and I was perfectly in bed I thought to myself that it was just a dream, but every night I hear echoes of laughing in my head and I always had a nightmare about that woman. she didn't feel like a demon but kinda... murderous, I even got an exorcist... and it wasn't any good.
any way that the story of why I never come back to the Stanley hotel.

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  1. this is a story, this story is 100% fake and don't take it seriously

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