Comhroinn Fuaime

The Light Behind Door 307 [narrator] The Ravenhill Hotel stood at the quiet edge of town where the streetlights grew dim and the roads felt strangely empty at night. Most travelers never noticed it, but the people who lived nearby knew the building very well. Not because it was famous. But because of Room 307. For more than twenty years, that room had remained locked. No guests stayed there. No cleaners entered. Even the hotel owner avoided the third floor. Yet every night at exactly 11:47 P