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Back in 2011 I went to Poland and stayed for a night in a very haunted hotel/motel in Lublin. I can't find any information on it since then. I remember it had a very big fish aquarium in the lobby, and the place was a communist prison back in the day. There's a big park next to it with a statue in the middle, I could see it directly from the window of my room.

Thanks in advance for any help finding the place!

Back in 2011 I went to Poland and stayed for a night in a very haunted hotel/motel in Lublin. I can't find any information on it since then. I remember it had a very big fish aquarium in the lobby, and the place was a communist prison back in the day. There's a big park next to it with a statue in the middle, I could see it directly from the window of my room.

Thanks in advance for any help finding the place!

I started working security on a site not too far from where I live. Of course the first thing someone like me would check is: Where is all the spooky stuff here?  They showed me our patrol routes, nothing too sinister but a few places stood out: The dark tunnel on -3 that we have to go to its very edge, The dank utility room, and floor number 4. 

The place was a whole ridge of buildings with a big Plaza all around it. Offices, cafes, a gym, the place hosted all kinds of things. Usually related to the nearby courthouse. The place itself was a historic neighborhood, some claim to be cursed, after its not too distant history of ethnic cleansing, genocide, and extreme poverty that led to historic riots, after cops tried murder a someone in the community. The whole neighborhood is mostly abandoned and it’s a daily reminder of the brutal past of the Wadi.  

Time went on and I got used to all these spooky places, to the point I barely needed a flashlight to walk the dark tunnel, that got less sinister in my eyes with time. Only a dark path, where the cheap bastards never turned on the lights. I’m also very good at debunking my own imagination when it gets too wild. After experiencing enough real paranormal stuff it gets easier to tell when things add up in a way that your mind gets spooked for nothing. 

Time went by and it appeared that I won't last long on that job. The environment was too toxic and the people were too unhinged. I kept to myself and started looking for another job. Floor 4 kept giving out strange vibes. The hallway had a constant dank smell of sweaty clothes, like someone left his gym threads for a day.  Gross ? yes. Unexplained? sort of. Creepy? Not yet. 

With so much free time on the job, and after finishing GTA III, Manhunt, and Max Payne 2 for like two times each, I also started writing Horror stories, that were actually my true experiences, as you can see in previous stories. Things were deteriorating at the job, and my writing got stuck.  Little did I know that it was all part of another spooky tale. 

One night while patrolling the 4th floor I was hearing footsteps behind me in the hall, always mixing in with the sound of my shoes while walking, sounding like someone is walking right behind me. I assumed it was only the acoustics of the hallway. I came back during the daytime that same week and I could not re-create that effect. The conditions were the same apart from the hour of the day. A few weeks later I hear people coming up the stairs, again, on the 4th floor. I could hear them having a conversation but I can't hear the words. As they about to come up from around the corner the voices just stop. Silence. No one is there. There's some weird ass acoustics up here. 

I hate comparing adults to little kids, but I was experiencing kindergarten level BS. They accused me of sleeping on the job and not doing my patrols, all false accusations of course. They needed a new scapegoat after the dude with the serial killer vibes got fired. I ain’t having none of that. 

I was already on edge when my shift started, I was pissed off and with my PTSD all over the place that day. Doing my first patrol of the day, I reached floor 4 and again those footsteps were walking right behind me. Just as I scan the point near the stairs I hear footsteps again, that disappear just as I think I'm about to see someone. Noping my way to the elevator, I get out of there. Just as I think that I had enough I take a bad step down the stairs and mess up my ankle. No more patrols for today at least. 

I sit on my computer around 2 AM, trying to write down some experiences with the muse all gone. I’m at  a lobby desk with a screen showing all the cameras, with the front of the lobby being entirely made of strong glass so that you can see everything outside very clearly. I soon realized there's way too many people outside than it should be this late. I lift my head up from the computer and no one is there. 

And it just kept happening. While I'm not focusing, it's damn Promenade. the moment I look outside it’s all gone. No people. Just an empty plaza and the occasional cat passing by. Sometimes I would see a group of people, that end up being just one person walking by the moment I look closely. I felt like the Wadi is on full display, one last time before I leave this job. As if I didn’t have enough reasons to leave, the last thing I want is any of that energy coming home with me. 

I didn’t feel the energy was too hostile, but Floor 4 is home to an evil corporation. So it only makes sense that it feels like something morbid is lurking there. Showing itself gradually. I will not go back there to find out. Luckily my resignation is already in process. The rest feels more like residual energy. The once blossoming indigenous community that was annihilated and expelled, the new cheap labor force that the settlers accommodated there in cattle-like conditions, It’s all being relived around us, while business suits and court robes roam during the day, The lingering past tragedies of the Wadi awake at night. 

I started working security on a site not too far from where I live. Of course the first thing someone like me would check is: Where is all the spooky stuff here?  They showed me our patrol routes, nothing too sinister but a few places stood out: The dark tunnel on -3 that we have to go to its very edge, The dank utility room, and floor number 4. 

The place was a whole ridge of buildings with a big Plaza all around it. Offices, cafes, a gym, the place hosted all kinds of things. Usually related to the nearby courthouse. The place itself was a historic neighborhood, some claim to be cursed, after its not too distant history of ethnic cleansing, genocide, and extreme poverty that led to historic riots, after cops tried murder a someone in the community. The whole neighborhood is mostly abandoned and it’s a daily reminder of the brutal past of the Wadi.  

Time went on and I got used to all these spooky places, to the point I barely needed a flashlight to walk the dark tunnel, that got less sinister in my eyes with time. Only a dark path, where the cheap bastards never turned on the lights. I’m also very good at debunking my own imagination when it gets too wild. After experiencing enough real paranormal stuff it gets easier to tell when things add up in a way that your mind gets spooked for nothing. 

Time went by and it appeared that I won't last long on that job. The environment was too toxic and the people were too unhinged. I kept to myself and started looking for another job. Floor 4 kept giving out strange vibes. The hallway had a constant dank smell of sweaty clothes, like someone left his gym threads for a day.  Gross ? yes. Unexplained? sort of. Creepy? Not yet. 

With so much free time on the job, and after finishing GTA III, Manhunt, and Max Payne 2 for like two times each, I also started writing Horror stories, that were actually my true experiences, as you can see in previous stories. Things were deteriorating at the job, and my writing got stuck.  Little did I know that it was all part of another spooky tale. 

One night while patrolling the 4th floor I was hearing footsteps behind me in the hall, always mixing in with the sound of my shoes while walking, sounding like someone is walking right behind me. I assumed it was only the acoustics of the hallway. I came back during the daytime that same week and I could not re-create that effect. The conditions were the same apart from the hour of the day. A few weeks later I hear people coming up the stairs, again, on the 4th floor. I could hear them having a conversation but I can't hear the words. As they about to come up from around the corner the voices just stop. Silence. No one is there. There's some weird ass acoustics up here. 

I hate comparing adults to little kids, but I was experiencing kindergarten level BS. They accused me of sleeping on the job and not doing my patrols, all false accusations of course. They needed a new scapegoat after the dude with the serial killer vibes got fired. I ain’t having none of that. 

I was already on edge when my shift started, I was pissed off and with my PTSD all over the place that day. Doing my first patrol of the day, I reached floor 4 and again those footsteps were walking right behind me. Just as I scan the point near the stairs I hear footsteps again, that disappear just as I think I'm about to see someone. Noping my way to the elevator, I get out of there. Just as I think that I had enough I take a bad step down the stairs and mess up my ankle. No more patrols for today at least. 

I sit on my computer around 2 AM, trying to write down some experiences with the muse all gone. I’m at  a lobby desk with a screen showing all the cameras, with the front of the lobby being entirely made of strong glass so that you can see everything outside very clearly. I soon realized there's way too many people outside than it should be this late. I lift my head up from the computer and no one is there. 

And it just kept happening. While I'm not focusing, it's damn Promenade. the moment I look outside it’s all gone. No people. Just an empty plaza and the occasional cat passing by. Sometimes I would see a group of people, that end up being just one person walking by the moment I look closely. I felt like the Wadi is on full display, one last time before I leave this job. As if I didn’t have enough reasons to leave, the last thing I want is any of that energy coming home with me. 

I didn’t feel the energy was too hostile, but Floor 4 is home to an evil corporation. So it only makes sense that it feels like something morbid is lurking there. Showing itself gradually. I will not go back there to find out. Luckily my resignation is already in process. The rest feels more like residual energy. The once blossoming indigenous community that was annihilated and expelled, the new cheap labor force that the settlers accommodated there in cattle-like conditions, It’s all being relived around us, while business suits and court robes roam during the day, The lingering past tragedies of the Wadi awake at night.