### Chapter 6: They Want Us Gone
Four days had passed since the strange blackout and the disappearance of the guests from Room 13.
The hotel had fallen eerily quiet. Manager Kulkarni hadn’t been seen in days. The front desk remained unattended. And somewhere deep in the cellar, a mirror stood still — waiting.
On the fourth evening, a new family checked in — the Kashyaps. A married couple, their teenage daughter Sia, and her younger brother, Vihaan.
The moment they stepped into the hotel lobby, Sia shivered.
“It feels... off,” she whispered to her mother.
They were given Room 12. Right next to Room 13 — the room that had now been locked shut with rusted chains and a strange symbol carved into its wooden door. A circle, with an eye at its center.
That night, Sia couldn’t sleep.
At 2:33 AM, she heard whispers through the wall.
Her brother Vihaan was fast asleep. Her parents too.
She pressed her ear to the wall. Nothing.
But then— *knock knock knock.*
Three soft taps from the other side of the wall.
Room 13.
She sat up in bed. “Who's there?”
No answer.
Just… a faint laugh.
The next morning, she asked the receptionist — a new face, unfamiliar — about Room 13.
“It’s been closed for years,” the man said, not meeting her eyes. “No one stays there.”
“But I heard—”
He cut her off. “Some things are best left alone.”
Later that day, Sia explored the ground floor, drawn by a strange pull. She found a narrow hallway past the kitchen. And there — a door leading to the basement.
It was locked. But the air around it was cold. Too cold.
That night, her dreams returned.
She stood in a hall of mirrors. Her reflection… didn't follow her.
It just smiled.
And behind her, in every mirror, a voice whispered:
> “They want us gone.
> They were never meant to leave…”
She woke up screaming.
And downstairs — in the darkness of the cellar —
the mirror cracked.
Just a little.