Paranormal phenomenon

October 15, London I don't know why I'm writing this... Maybe so someone can find out what happened here. The motel seems empty. But I can definitely hear someone walking in the corridor. When I open the door - there's no one there. Paintings fall by themselves, lamps flare up with a cold blue light, and for a moment I see foreign silhouettes. They stand next to me, watching. I tried to leave - the door closed behind me, as if held by an invisible hand. Everything repeats: the steps, the whisper, even the ticking of the clock. Time seems to have stuck. I realized... this is an anomalous cursed zone. If anyone finds these notes - run. Do not enter this cursed motel. There's no way out. Those who disappeared before me, are still here. I can hear their voices behind the wall. Now they call me by my name.