The Guest in Room 217
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a low hum rises through the floorboards
There is a hotel — every town has one — where the elevator chimes on the fourth floor though no one pressed the button. Guests in 217 wake to the sound of footsteps circling the bed, and find their suitcases neatly unpacked. The maid who died there in 1911 still folds the linens, wanderer… and she does not like things out of place.