Why can’t you stay in the front room in a hotel?

A few days ago I saw someone posting a message saying that when staying in a hotel, don’t stay in a room at the end of the corridor, as it is a dangerous place. I was deeply touched after reading it, so I would like to share with you my personal experience of staying in a hotel when traveling to Mount Emei last summer. Although it is not a dangerous place for me, it can still be regarded as a supernatural experience.

I remember that it was already evening when we rushed to the hotel at the foot of Mount Emei after visiting the Leshan Giant Buddha. There are many people traveling to Mount Emei, and the rooms are very tight. I heard the waiter said that the last room was reserved for me. I am really glad that I called in advance to make a reservation. I took the key and led my son up to the fifth floor (top floor), walked to the door of the room, looked around and felt a little uncomfortable, because this room was not only the first room, but also the only room on the fifth floor. The other places are open space and water houses. There is a washing machine in the corner of the open space. It is probably the place where sheets and quilt covers are washed and dried in the entire hotel. In fact, the room we stayed in was just an extra room on the roof. At that time, I had never entered the supernatural network, nor had I heard that the room at the end of the corridor was uninhabitable. Although I saw that the surrounding environment was empty. It was a little uncomfortable, but I was still grateful to have a room.

Because we had to get up early the next morning to watch the sunrise, my son and I went to bed before 9:30. (My bed is next to the door) I don’t know how long I slept, but I was woken up by the sound of thunder. It could be said that there was lightning and thunder, and white light flashed in the room from time to time. I was really panicking at the time, but when I thought about the jade that I had purchased from Qingcheng Mountain hanging around my neck, I felt a lot more relaxed. I closed my eyes and prepared to go back to sleep. Suddenly I felt the door being pushed open and something came in. I saw a flash of white light on my neck and a "pop!" sound, and then I was controlled by a great force and couldn't move. I felt "him" lying next to me and hugging me. I felt like I had difficulty breathing, and I wanted to struggle to get up, but I couldn't. At this moment, "he" began to recite a poem, which rhymed like a Tang poem. But I have never heard it before. It was like a love poem. (I still remembered part of it at the time, but later I forgot it. It seemed to be about rain.) It was a very nice baritone. I can move my hands, (maybe it’s my thoughts!) and touch “his” legs. They are not like human legs, they are the kind that are full of hair and look like dog legs but better than dog legs (I have always had a dog at home, so I take it. Dog legs (for comparison) are much larger legs. After listening to "him" reciting the poem, I heard a sigh, and then "he" got up from my bedside, and then I felt that the power controlling me disappeared. I quickly got up and turned on the lights, but the strange thing was that after pressing all the switches, none of them came on. I had no choice but to go to my son's bed and move him to the side, and lay next to him. I felt much more at ease with my son by my side. I looked around and saw nothing. I looked at the clock and it was past one o'clock at night. I thought of morning. I got up at half past four and went back to sleep.

Actually, I didn’t feel scared during this experience. I am not afraid of others laughing at me. I have always had a feeling that maybe the "he" who came to see me was my fate several lives ago, but I just don't remember it.