Room 237
As you enter Room 237, you're greeted by an eerie silence. The air feels thick and heavy. The decor seems frozen in time - vintage wallpaper peeling at the corners, a dusty chandelier casting shadows on the worn carpet. A large mirror on the far wall reflects a room that seems... different. Is that a figure in the corner? No, just a play of light and shadow. On the nightstand, a typewriter sits with a single sheet of paper reading "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" repeated endlessly. You can't shake the feeling that you're not alone in this room.