I was 29 when I stayed in Room 368 at a seafront hotel in North Wales for a work job, and I went in expecting nothing more than a cheap bed and a few hours of sleep. The place was almost empty and too quiet in a way I can't really describe unless you've felt it, like the building was holding its breath. Little things started first, the room phone ringing once and dying, the bathroom light coming on when I hadn't touched it, the corridor outside my door going silent in a way that didn't match the rest of the hotel.