It was a foggy night. Famous detective Christopher James was driving his car on a business trip, having just solved his latest high-profile case—the murder of a celebrity. His face was all over the newspapers, the internet, and media outlets. People were calling him the best detective of modern times, thanks to the numerous cases he had cracked.
But little did he know, the next case waiting for him would be completely... different.
---
Christopher was munching on peanuts and listening to music while driving, when suddenly—a woman appeared in front of his car out of nowhere. He panicked, swerved, and slammed the brakes. But the car skidded and crashed into a tree at the edge of a forest.
Miraculously, he survived. Dazed and slightly hurt, he stumbled out of the car to check on the woman—but she was nowhere to be seen.
Horrified and confused, Christopher considered calling the police. But then he paused. Was it a hallucination? He hadn't been sleeping well for days, working nonstop on cases. Maybe his mind was playing tricks. He decided he needed rest.
Inspecting the damage to his car, he muttered, "This thing's broken!" Frustrated but realistic, he knew he had to find shelter for the night.
He remembered hearing about a newly opened five-star hotel within a kilometer radius—strangely located in the middle of nowhere. His friend had mentioned it recently, calling it an odd business decision. Still, Christopher decided to walk.
After about 20 minutes, he reached the hotel. It looked almost like a castle—luxurious and grand. Upon entering, he was warmly welcomed by the staff. The lady at the reception immediately recognized him and asked for an autograph. He signed it and received the key to Room 303.
Upon entering the room, the first thing he noticed was an elegant, expensive-looking cat statue. He was just about to lie down to sleep when a knock came at the door.
A waiter stood there and said, "Today is a special day for our hotel. All guests are requested to assemble in the hall."
There was something unnerving about the man's expression. His voice was cold, almost robotic, as though it wasn't a request—but a command.
At exactly 10:00 p.m., the guests assembled. Christopher joined them reluctantly.
The hotel manager stepped forward and made an announcement: "Today is a prestigious day for our hotel. It's been one month since our grand opening, and we're proud to welcome our unexpected guest—famous detective Christopher James!"
People clapped, and Christopher forced a smile, stepping forward. But before he could speak, the manager added: "Unfortunately, the guest of Room 303 hasn't arrived yet. But we must not miss the chance to see him."
Christopher froze. Room 303? But that's MY room.
Before he could respond, a waiter came rushing in, shouting, "The guest... he... HANGED HIMSELF!"
Gasps echoed through the hall. Everyone stared. Christopher stood frozen.
This can't be happening.
Then, he heard the manager mumble to himself, "Not again..."
Christopher's instincts kicked in. He grabbed a mic. "No one leaves. This is now a crime scene. I'll be handling this personally."
Some guests panicked. Others protested. But Christopher took control and instructed everyone to return to their rooms.
"To ensure safety and avoid suspicion, stay in your rooms," he declared. "The police are on their way."
---
During interrogation, the manager revealed something chilling. On the very first day of the hotel's opening, a woman had committed suicide in Room 303. The note she left read: "I'll take revenge!"
This detail was never shared with the public.
Christopher's eyes narrowed. Why hide such a major event?
It turned out, the woman was the manager's ex-wife. She had been threatening to expose the hotel and him for various shady dealings. She was drunk, unstable, and claimed she would ruin him on social media.
"I was angry," the manager admitted. "But I didn't kill her. I swear."
But then Christopher found something else—a second suicide note from another guest. It read: "Check Room 304."
When Christopher asked for the key to Room 304, the manager began sweating.
"We can't violate privacy for some fake note," he protested.
"You never called the police that day either, did you?" Christopher shot back.
---
The manager panicked. Christopher stood up and made his way to Room 304.
The manager followed nervously. As Christopher opened the door, the manager confessed: "That woman... she knew things she shouldn't have. She found my secrets. She was going to expose everything."
Then he added, "One of the guests already called the police. Just stop. I'll pay you anything—just name your price!"
"Tell that to the police," Christopher replied coldly.
At that moment, the sirens wailed in the distance. Christopher kicked open the door. Four men stood inside, shocked. Drugs, weapons, and cash were spread across the room.
Christopher pulled out his gun. "Game over."
---
The police arrived and arrested all four men, including the hotel manager. It was revealed that the ex-wife had indeed been blackmailing him. The woman from the road—the one Christopher saw that night—was the same woman who had died in Room 303.
As he left the hotel, he saw her once again.
She was standing by the window of his room, smiling at him. Then she slowly faded into the fog.
The man who hanged himself? His body was never found.
The media got wind of the story quickly, and soon, the world knew it as:
THE HOTEL IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!