The Haunted House Inn, Rave Reviews

After my grandmother passed away, she left me an old apartment building where seventeen people had died.

The real estate agent said no one would take it even if it were free.

I turned it into a guesthouse, and on the very first night, I got a five-star review:

"The bed is really comfortable, but could the guy standing by the headboard stop staring at me while I sleep?"

I replied, "That's the previous guest. He was annoyed by your snoring."

Alternate blurb:

There's something off about the guests at my guesthouse.

One person checked out by walking straight through the wall.

Another stayed for three years, paying the rent with a single "I'm sorry."

It wasn't until a living person checked into Room 404 that I realized the one who shouldn't exist in this building was me.