Call It Sleepy Lodge (If You Dare)

Call It Sleepy Lodge (If You Dare)

£50 a night. You check in. You change.

They call it Sleepy Lodge—if you dare,

where windows watch and the silence stares.

No one’s lived there in three hundred years,

but the house still breathes,

and it feeds on fear.

The gate swings open with no wind near,

just the scent of dust,

and something unclear.

Old guests knock from inside the walls,

begging the night not to hear their calls.

A child’s laugh floats from second floor,

no child’s been seen since 200 years before.

She paints in red with nothing but air,

and leaves her name on the cold-back stair.

They say the bed sighs when you lie down,

not in welcome, more like a frown.

And if you dream,

don’t open your eyes.

The dream dreams back

and it always lies.

A man once filmed the lodge for fame.

They found the tape.

They won’t say his name.

But at 4:06 on every play,

his voice calls to beg you not to stay.

So book your night.

Hang your cross.

No harm in just one stay…

They call it Sleepy Lodge, if you dare.

And if you don’t return?

will anyone care?

maybe tell a friend your going there.