Hotel Armageddon by M I SID
Welcome to Hotel Aramagedon. Check in your name. Leave behind your past.
A sleek black car pulls up to the entrance. Neon reflections ripple across the pavement.
Inside, the lobby is too perfect — the lighting, the air, the way the concierge already knows your name.
But the guest doesn’t remember booking the room.
Doesn’t remember why they’re here.
Only that the invitation said:
“Everything you’ve forgotten… waits inside.”
No one else seems surprised.
The front desk hums softly. The elevator open
They thought it was just a hotel. But something underneath is waking up
Guests check in. Lights flicker. The air feels… heavier.
Beneath the marble floors and glowing elevators, something ancient stirs — something that was never meant to be uncovered.
This isn’t horror. It’s not ghosts.
It’s science buried too deep to understand. And someone — or something — is watching closely.
The hotel staff whisper about flashes of light in locked rooms.
The Forgotten Stone
Long before the hotel rose above ground, a team of geologists encountered a massive stone embedded deep in the soil — strange in shape, unusually smooth, and always just slightly warm.
They dismissed it as a remnant of an ancient riverbed. Construction continued.
But something beneath the earth had stirred.
Every full moon, the stone pulses silently, sending signals across space — signals that only a few beings recognize. It’s not just a rock.
It’s a beacon.