They call me the Cecil Hotel. Everyone has heard of me, but I know most of you had forgotten.
Until Elisa Lam.
My most prized possession. I'm aware of the uproar. Afterall. I caused it. How can a building cause such chaotic emotion, you ask? How can stones and bricks cause such fear and suffering and most of all, death?
Now you're entering what it feels like to be The Cecil Hotel, itself. I don't have any answers for you. But I do have questions. I do have a labyrinth of adventures for your soul to witness. But in the end? I have nothing but more hunger to know..
The world has stopped including me into their headlines. They stopped asking questions. They stopped the accusations. Until I took one step at a time into revamping my space, hiring new people, and putting NEW stories into the headlines.
Craftsmanship is what we are good at. And everyone knows that. Including you. The reader. Allow me to tell the tale of how Elisa Lam was truly lured and lead towards her watery death.
Did humanity do it? Was it demons? Or was it... Cecil Hotel, alone?
I pick the weakest willed. I pick the ones that no one will surprised by their death yet somehow pulled towards reading obsessively about it.
Elisa Lam? She was my finest pick. The one who would bring me back into your awareness. Back into your tales. Back into your fears.
I called Elisa Lam right to this location and she obeyed. She obeyed by every command. Every nit picking idea I had went straight into her head and she acted upon each nit. The most messed up thing about it was that she knew I was alive and feeding her bread crumbs.
She knew that her mental illness was aiding her demise yet she didn't mind it. She wanted too to become the talk of the town. She too, was feeling much alienated by every attempt she made to be included in the mainstream feeble attempts to be adore by you, the reader. You pick and you chose who to be entertained by, who to possess you. But there are those unlucky ones who don't have such power. There are those of us whom are at every whim and desire by you, he reader. The observe. You are our gods. The ones who control. And we are at your feet eating up your every critique.
But this time, with the help of Elisa Lam and her talentless attempts at blog writing that didn't get noticed until after her tasteful watery death.
Im certain you dont need bullet points. Copyright Infriengement isnt permitted here. You know how story and I wont tell the tale. But every decision she made she didnt make alone.
I will correct you, however, the elevator footage that fed the Cecil Hotel the most? The footage you all obsessed over even to this day? We did that for more reasons than youre aware of. Not only to break Elisa down, but to open a portal between then and now. A doorway to come and go.
Elisa Lam was not afraid in that footage. she clearly smiled ear to ear in the moment you all claimed she moved back into the elevator to hide. She wasnt hiding to not be seen, clearly she was seen. She was hiding in order to sneak up on someone she believed was walking towards and passed the elevator.
She believed she wasnt seen by the one she saw. She wasnt afraid. She was playful. Its only a shame everyone is so stained by the stigma attached to mental illness (including real paranormal evidence as its grouped together) that you could see passed your own baggage.
She wasnt chased, she wasnt stalked. She was a cocreater in the art of stalking. I, me, we were watching and stalking one another. Even in front of a working security camera, Elisa didnt show an ounce of fear nor a need to be helped by anyone who could have possibly seen her.
Instead she looked as though she knew there was an audience that was also being fed breadcrumbs and you, the audience, felt as if you were aiding her in not feeling along on her journey however the truth is?
Elisa aided you.
It was not long after that footage that in real time she volunteered herself to visit Cecil, the entity, whom was also there in the water with Elisa Lam, in that tank.
Who is Cecil? Cecil is an old, ancient, god-like invisible power that one will never know full until you surrender yourself until. Cecil is likened to a very very large sea creature found in the books like The Bible or something written by Lovercraft himself.
However nothing like those creatures. Cecil is known by few, dared by many. Cecil cares for skid row as if Skid Row is but a street paved in hell when Hell first fell from Heaven. Cecil makes wishes come true for the suffering.
Similar to the reputation of Pinhead from Hellriaser. Demons to some, angels to many. It all depends on what your willing to bet on the possibility that Cecil will love you like you need especially when youre rejected by Christ himself. The damned knows who they are.
The moment Elisa looked as if she were possesed moving her hands around oddly? She believed she was in the water then. She had already gotten undressed and moved herself into the tank, in another world, dimension or simply only her mind. What you witness was her losing her life before she lost it.
The facts you needed are all there within that simple footage. But instead, the greed to know more, and to be certain on what you saw? Overtook you.
You began swimming in circles yet projecting those visions you saw with no true end, onto the victim, Elisa Lam.
Yes, Me, Cecil, you were gaslighted by a building. By a simple wall. You believed that you had no vulnerability by watching the footage and yes you could have solved her case but not by believing you were somehow her guardian angel. But only by seeing that everyone who witnessed that footage, was hypnotized and a victim on some level or another as it were.
Think about it. Everyone was effected. The guests at Cecil drank the water which was the biggest attack planned by Elisa & I. We were able to spread just a wee bit of ourselves beyond our space. Be sure that people who always rememeber the event and their own actions that took place before and after.
We also helped to further begin an outbreak of TB. That was a dream put forth by her very own college. Done.
The Last Bookstore. Ever wonder about the title of that bookstore that she shopped at before the day of her death? Coincidence? Not between two buildings it wasnt. Remember all it takes for a building, any building to be alive, benevolent or malevolent is stone, wood, metal.
Any bulding can and does have a mind of its own. It doesnt need people dying in it un order to be haunted. it is haunted before the matter.
How, you ask?
Nothing to do with residude energy however that can be additional. But the how is this: Before ghost stories what did you, humanity, have? Before stories came out about haunted houses what did you have?
Haunted Forests, remember the phrase Fairy tale? Fairies were the helpers of the home. You all used to buy your peace from the fairies. But there were still issues. Missing children, sudden deaths, Uncle Ben lost his mind in the woods, etc.
What are buildings made out of? Wood, trees, metal: rocks, etc. You dont think that a spirit resides in trees? i see many of you modern day spending your time with muted trees. Trees that were planted and tended to by a human but rarely do you see humans chilling peacefully by wild trees from spooky forests!
Wonder why? Its clear if you think about it.
All buildings hold reincarnated tree and rock spirits. They are more than what they were prior and they experienced a death as well. So the first ones who died in your home are the spirits of the trees and rocks that were made when your homeor business was built.
it doesnt require a spirit summoned by ouja board. But that can effect things most certainly.
Its a natural occurence. it explains many things each of you are struggling to understand. Mental Illness.
All voices heard in anyones mind? connected to the environment as well as the inner phychology of said person. Some entities are free to roam some are not. Most are able to roam by the erergy of said person.
Some entities can become more attached to the human rather than the house. some can detach from one or the other. There arent any set rules.
But these spirits are non human. never were and never will be human. but are very directly connected to the human experience.
These lessons are the lessons intended to be learned and heard from the Elisa Lam case. However, no one has heard them.
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