Blair Bathory

But when Mark turned, his face was blank, almost empty, like a shell that had lost its soul. His eyes, his once warm, loving eyes were glassy, unblinking. He didn't speak. Then the cold kiss touched her cheek, colder than before." Ritza scrambled back, her skin going numb. The figure was there, pressing against her, as though it had materialized out of thin air, intent on claiming both of them.

But when Mark turned, his face was blank, almost empty, like a shell that had lost its soul. His eyes, his once warm, loving eyes were glassy, unblinking. He didn't speak. Then the cold kiss touched her cheek, colder than before." Ritza scrambled back, her skin going numb. The figure was there, pressing against her, as though it had materialized out of thin air, intent on claiming both of them.

It was the ghost of the hotel, the one that had been searching for a lover, for someone to love her, for someone to steal away. But the kiss didn't feel the love anymore. It felt like death. in a trance-like stupor, where it's a grab mark by the wrist, dragging him toward the door. She couldn't leave him behind. She couldn't let him fall to whatever this was.

It was the ghost of the hotel, the one that had been searching for a lover, for someone to love her, for someone to steal away. But the kiss didn't feel the love anymore. It felt like death. in a trance-like stupor, where it's a grab mark by the wrist, dragging him toward the door. She couldn't leave him behind. She couldn't let him fall to whatever this was.

It was the ghost of the hotel, the one that had been searching for a lover, for someone to love her, for someone to steal away. But the kiss didn't feel the love anymore. It felt like death. in a trance-like stupor, where it's a grab mark by the wrist, dragging him toward the door. She couldn't leave him behind. She couldn't let him fall to whatever this was.

But as she touched the doorknob, her vision blurred. The world spun, and then everything went black. The next morning, the hotel staff found the room empty except for the lingering scent of roses. There was no sign of Ritza or Mark, only two glasses of wine on the bedside table, untouched. Guests who checked in afterward reported strange occurrences.

But as she touched the doorknob, her vision blurred. The world spun, and then everything went black. The next morning, the hotel staff found the room empty except for the lingering scent of roses. There was no sign of Ritza or Mark, only two glasses of wine on the bedside table, untouched. Guests who checked in afterward reported strange occurrences.

But as she touched the doorknob, her vision blurred. The world spun, and then everything went black. The next morning, the hotel staff found the room empty except for the lingering scent of roses. There was no sign of Ritza or Mark, only two glasses of wine on the bedside table, untouched. Guests who checked in afterward reported strange occurrences.

Some spoke of the feeling of a cold kiss on their skin in the middle of the night. Others said they saw a figure in the corner of their rooms, a pale, smiling face watching them. But no one could explain what had happened to the couple who had checked into room 213. They were gone, as if they had never been there at all.

Some spoke of the feeling of a cold kiss on their skin in the middle of the night. Others said they saw a figure in the corner of their rooms, a pale, smiling face watching them. But no one could explain what had happened to the couple who had checked into room 213. They were gone, as if they had never been there at all.

Some spoke of the feeling of a cold kiss on their skin in the middle of the night. Others said they saw a figure in the corner of their rooms, a pale, smiling face watching them. But no one could explain what had happened to the couple who had checked into room 213. They were gone, as if they had never been there at all.

But the kissing ghost of the hotel still waited, still sought new lovers to claim its cold, eternal kiss, a reminder that some loves are never meant to be. What would you do if you woke up to a kiss from a stranger, one who's already dead? Have you had any crazy, scary, or creepy interactions with the dead? We love hearing your stories, so send us an email at somethingscaryatsnarled.com.

But the kissing ghost of the hotel still waited, still sought new lovers to claim its cold, eternal kiss, a reminder that some loves are never meant to be. What would you do if you woke up to a kiss from a stranger, one who's already dead? Have you had any crazy, scary, or creepy interactions with the dead? We love hearing your stories, so send us an email at somethingscaryatsnarled.com.

But the kissing ghost of the hotel still waited, still sought new lovers to claim its cold, eternal kiss, a reminder that some loves are never meant to be. What would you do if you woke up to a kiss from a stranger, one who's already dead? Have you had any crazy, scary, or creepy interactions with the dead? We love hearing your stories, so send us an email at somethingscaryatsnarled.com.

This week's podcast stories were edited by Sarah Lukasiewicz, narration by Blair Bathory, audio edited and mixed by Fitz Harris, additional audio editing by Calvin Linderman, produced by Anna Villalobos, executive produced by Gail Gilman, music by Sapphire Sindalo and Calvin Linderman. If you have a story you'd like to submit... send me an email at somethingscaryatsnarled.com.

This week's podcast stories were edited by Sarah Lukasiewicz, narration by Blair Bathory, audio edited and mixed by Fitz Harris, additional audio editing by Calvin Linderman, produced by Anna Villalobos, executive produced by Gail Gilman, music by Sapphire Sindalo and Calvin Linderman. If you have a story you'd like to submit... send me an email at somethingscaryatsnarled.com.

This week's podcast stories were edited by Sarah Lukasiewicz, narration by Blair Bathory, audio edited and mixed by Fitz Harris, additional audio editing by Calvin Linderman, produced by Anna Villalobos, executive produced by Gail Gilman, music by Sapphire Sindalo and Calvin Linderman. If you have a story you'd like to submit... send me an email at somethingscaryatsnarled.com.

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Don't forget to watch the video version of Something Scary over at youtube.com slash snarled. And if you'd like to support the show and everything we do at Snarled, join our Patreon at patreon.com slash snarled.

Don't forget to watch the video version of Something Scary over at youtube.com slash snarled. And if you'd like to support the show and everything we do at Snarled, join our Patreon at patreon.com slash snarled.