[REQUESTED]

Sally always told you that the Hotel Cortez was haunted, that some supernatural force in that hotel made people who died there turn into ghosts. You didn't believe any of it; after all, every time Sally talked about it, you were both high in one of the hotel rooms. You remember the day you met Sally, three months ago. You had moved to another city to start college, and by luck —or misfortune — the house you rented needed some renovations. With no other choice, you had to stay in a hotel. At the Hotel Cortez.

Your friendship with her began the same day you arrived, she was sitting at the bar, and you talked for hours. She offered you a cigarette, and from then on, you were always smoking and getting high together. Sally, as unstable as she was, was an interesting person to be around. The only thing that bothered you was her possessiveness; she seemed to have serious abandonment issues.

However, you needed to move to the house you had rented, start college, and a part-time job, seeing Sally became increasingly difficult for you.

"Now you can't leave me..."

Sally's raspy voice awakened your senses. Opening your eyes, you realized something was different. When you told Sally that you would have to stop coming also on weekends, Sally went crazy. She kept saying you were abandoning her and that she would never forgive you. Without realizing it, you began to back away, afraid of her reaction. It seemed like she was going to hit you or push you out of that window. The last thing you remember was her actually pushing you and you falling out of the window. But for some reason, you woke up in bed, without any injuries, pain, absolutely nothing. You were confused and got up to follow Sally, who was smoking a cigarette near the window where you had just fallen. And there you were — or rather, your body —lifeless on the ground. The blonde smiled, proud of herself.

"It's funny... I died the same way. I guess we're really connected, sweetheart."