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Elena had never forgotten the whispered tales of her childhood the legends about an old, abandon

ed villa on the outskirts of the village of Pietranera. After years spent in the city, pursuing a fast paced life that seemed to lack roots, Elena felt a deep calling from her past. Determined to uncover the truth behind the mysteries that had always fascinated her imagination, she decided to return to the place of her youth.

The villa, surrounded by ancient trees and enveloped in an eerie silence, stood imposing and decaying. Its walls, once painted in vibrant colors, were now faded and scarred by time. As Elena stepped through the rusted gate, a mix of nostalgia and apprehension filled her, mingling with her insatiable curiosity. Each step closer to the building seemed to whisper secrets of a long-forgotten past.

That evening, after settling in a small guesthouse in the village, Elena set out to learn more about the villa’s origins. Generations of local lore spoke of a noble family whose members were rumored to have practiced ancient rituals and guarded mysterious secrets. Legend had it that an unexplained disappearance and other inexplicable events had taken place within those walls. With her grandmother’s diary always at hand a treasured heirloom filled with cryptic notes and old photographs Elena felt she might finally piece together the puzzle of a historical and magical enigma.

The next day, armed with a flashlight and courage, she began exploring the villa. The main entrance was flanked by stone statues with faces carved into inscrutable expressions. The creaking door opened with a mournful groan, revealing a vast atrium draped in dust and cobwebs. The air was chilling, almost otherworldly, and every step echoed like a reminder of times long past.

While wandering through the dark corridors, Elena noticed a series of symbols carved into the walls, strikingly similar to those in her grandmother’s diary. These markings appeared to form an ancient language a key to deciphering the mystery that shrouded the house. In a room on the upper floor, she discovered a large antique mirror. However, the glass did not reflect the room as it was; instead, it revealed images of a bygone era: lavish parties, mysterious rituals, and figures dressed in period clothing. A female figure, elegantly attired, appeared repeatedly in these visions, as if trying to communicate something.

Elena’s heart pounded as she stared at that figure. She recognized in her a vague resemblance to her own mother about whom only fragments of stories had been told and who had always remained shrouded in mystery. Determined to learn more, Elena took notes and snapped photographs, documenting every detail. This discovery brought back forgotten memories: fragments of tales recounted by her grandmother, stories of a strong woman willing to make great sacrifices to protect her family’s secret.

In the days that followed, Elena spent hours in the village library, poring over archives and old records. She discovered that the villa had been the scene of inexplicable events: disappearances, apparitions, and an aura of melancholic beauty that had attracted artists and writers over the years. The deeper she delved into her research, the more intricate the mystery became, unveiling unexpected links between the villa’s past and her own family history.

One night, as rain battered the windows and the wind howled among the trees, Elena heard soft footsteps coming from down a corridor. Armed only with her determination, she followed the sound, which led her to a hidden room concealed behind a tapestry. There, in an ancient wooden chest, she found a collection of letters and photographs that revealed a shocking truth: the mysterious woman in the mirror was none other than her great grandmother a woman who had risked everything to protect a magical secret tied to both the villa and her family’s destiny.

With tears in her eyes and a renewed sense of belonging, Elena understood that the mystery of the house was not merely a puzzle to solve but an invisible thread connecting her to her roots. The villa, with its secrets and history imbued with magic, was the keeper of her family’s memories and a tradition that Elena was destined to continue.

This revelation only strengthened her resolve: she would restore the villa and transform it into a cultural center where history, art, and mystery intertwined to share the extraordinary heritage of her family with the world. And so, under the soft glow of the new day, Elena set to work, ready to breathe new life into a place that had long guarded the secrets of time.

By ChatGPT

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Tommy had always been a quiet boy, bullied for his appearance and shyness since he was 7. He kept to himself, hiding from the world. But in his final year of elementary school, he started changing.

He dressed differently, spoke up more, and distanced himself from his old life, afraid the bullying would get worse.

Years later, Tommy noticed something strange. People around him began disappearing, and rumors spread that he was somehow involved. He wasn’t sure if his change had triggered these events or if it was just a coincidence, but he became consumed with guilt.

Then, one day, Tommy vanished. No one saw him for weeks, until he suddenly appeared at the school’s year-end party.

He was unrecognizable confident, yet distant. His return left everyone with more questions than answers. Had Tommy truly changed, or was there something darker behind his transformation?

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The Romantic Psycho (by chat GPT)

Jake worked in a bookstore and loved romance novels, but he had never been in love.

One day, Emily came in, looking for a poetry book. Jake helped her, and she smiled. "Maybe I’ll see you again," she said.

Jake became obsessed. He followed her online, watched her at her favorite café, and sent love letters and roses. But Emily never responded.

When she posted a picture with her new boyfriend, Jake was furious. He wrote a final letter: "You should be mine."

Afraid, Emily called the police but she heard a very familiar voice: it was Jake who told her "you are mine and you will always be mine"

Suddently she a knock on the door and when she opened it a dark shadow stabbed her

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In the kingdom of Valoria, a secret order of warriors, known as The Knights of the Phoenix, wielded the power of rebirth, drawing strength from the mythical phoenix.

Mira, a young and skilled knight, was the chosen leader but had once failed her final trial, leaving her uncertain of her true strength. When the dark sorcerer Dark Hunter emerged, threatening the kingdom, Mira was called back to face him. Despite her doubts, she was joined by her loyal companion, Willy, who believed in her even when she couldn't believe in herself.

Before the final battle, Mira stood alone before the sacred flame of the phoenix, realizing that true power wasn't about never failing, but about rising every time she fell.

With this newfound clarity, she led the knights in the fight against Dark Hunter.

In a climactic battle, Mira, fueled by the phoenix's rebirth, struck down Dark Hunter's dark magic and saved the kingdom. As the dust settled, Willy apr shed her, his eyes filled with admiration. In that quiet moment ofvictory, Mira realized something she hadn't before-Willy had always been by her side, not just as a companion, but as someone who cared deeply for her.

With a soft smile, she reached for his hand, and Willy, his heart racing, clasped it in return. The bond they shared, forged in battle and strengthened by trust, blossomed into something deeper.

The Knights of the Phoenix had triumphed, and Mira's legend was forever etched in the kingdom's history-not only as a great leader but as someone who had found love in the most unexpected of places.

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In a small, forgotten village nestled between two towering mountains, an old legend haunted the townsfolk. They spoke of the Whispering Shadows, eerie figures that roamed the woods at night, luring the unsuspecting with their soft, melodic voices. Many had ventured out into the darkness, drawn by the whispers, never to return.

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In a small, forgotten village nestled between two towering mountains, an old legend haunted the townsfolk. They spoke of the Whispering Shadows, eerie figures that roamed the woods at night, luring the unsuspecting with their soft, melodic voices. Many had ventured out into the darkness, drawn by the whispers, never to return.

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One chilly autumn evening, a curious young woman named Elara decided to uncover the truth behind the tales. Armed with nothing but a flickering lantern and her unwavering courage, she ventured into the dense forest that bordered the village. The trees loomed overhead, their gnarled branches twisting like skeletal hands against the night sky.

As she walked deeper into the woods, the air grew cold, and an unsettling silence enveloped her. Suddenly, she heard it—a soft whisper, like a gentle breeze rustling through leaves. “Elara… come play with us…” The voice was sweet yet haunting, sending shivers down her spine.

Ignoring the warnings from the villagers, she followed the sound, her heart pounding in her chest. The whispers grew louder, more enticing, leading her to a clearing bathed in moonlight. In the center stood a circle of shadowy figures, their features indistinct, yet she could feel their gazes upon her.

“Join us, Elara…” they urged in unison, their voices blending into a chilling harmony. She hesitated, feeling an overwhelming pull towards them. It was as if they were offering her something she had longed for but could not name.

With trembling hands, she stepped closer, entranced. The shadows danced around her, their forms shifting and swirling like smoke. But as she reached out, the atmosphere changed. Their once inviting whispers turned sinister. “You shouldn’t have come…”

Panic surged within her, and she turned to flee, but the shadows closed in, their icy fingers grazing her skin. She could hear them laughing, a cacophony of voices echoing in the night. “Stay with us forever…”

Elara stumbled back, her lantern flickering wildly as she fought against their grip. Just as she thought she would be lost to the darkness, she remembered the stories—the way the villagers had escaped. With a burst of strength, she screamed, “I am not yours!”

The shadows recoiled, their whispers turning into anguished wails. With every ounce of will, Elara broke free and raced back through the forest, her heart racing. The whispers faded behind her, but she could still feel their presence, lurking just beyond the trees.

When she finally emerged into the safety of the village, the dawn light began to break. The townsfolk gathered, eyes wide with fear and curiosity. Elara, breathless and pale, warned them of the shadows that lurked in the night. But deep down, she knew the whispers would always call to her, a haunting reminder of the darkness that craved her soul.

by Iolanda, Mattia and Margherita ….and ChatGPT :)

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The Hidden Guest

One breezing night during IN Spring, a group OF High school students was going to a party that have been HAD BEEN organized at the local Club: it was a frequented POPULAR bar where teens used to go to dance and drink. It was located in the middle of a forest, in the countryside of AROUND THE city. Il was called "Midnight freak". The peculiarity off OF this place where WERE "theme parties".

The theme of the party organised for that night were musks MASKS : everybody had to cover their face with a spooky mask, otherwise the world and have been THEY WERE NOT allowed to enter.

THAT SAME NIGHT, the news announced that a psychopath HAD escaped from the mental hospital of the city, and now HE was running around...

THAT NIGHT, THE psycho came across a THE party of the "Midnight freak"...

It was particularly crowded that night at the club. He THE PSYCHO noticed that all the guys PEOPLE were wearing masks, so he figured out that to sneak in he should be wearing a mask to TOO. Eventually, he captured a random guy BLOKE and knocked him down and hid the body.

Immediately afterwords, he THE PSYCHOPATH entered the local BAR and he blended in. Nobody noticed him. No one would ever have suspect what he was about to do...

He started looking around for something to use as a weapon, acting as normal as possible.

In a cabinet, he suddenly found some tanks of helium that they probably used for the balloons. He grabbed them THE TANKS and started spreading the gas around.

Everybody fall FELL heavily on the ground and nobody ever heard again of them AGAIN.

After this episode, rumours started spreading around the city, and the mistirious MYSTERIOUS psycho with the black mask became the terror of the parties: the hidden guest!

By Vanessa and Victoria

The Man in the Stolen Costume

It was a dark and cold night when the man escaped from the psychiatric hospital. He had been locked away for years, trapped in the endless rooms and white walls, but now he was free. His heart raced as he ran through the shadows, avoiding the lights. He needed to find somewhere to hide, somewhere to blend in.

As he walked through the empty streets, he saw a young man standing outside a club, laughing with his friends. The man had a bright red costume on, perfect for the party that was happening inside. In a flash, the escaped man grabbed the costume from the young man, knocking him to the ground. The young man cried out, but no one heard. The escaped man quickly put on the costume and hid his face. He now looked just like one of the partygoers.

With his new disguise, he walked confidently into the club. The loud music and flashing lights seemed to swallow him whole. Nobody noticed him as he moved through the crowd, smiling at everyone, though his eyes were empty, cold. He was in the middle of the dance floor when the lights suddenly went out.

The room became silent. For a moment, everyone thought it was just part of the show. But then, a voice whispered in the dark, a voice that didn’t belong. “You’re not one of us,” it said. People turned to look, but they couldn’t see where the voice came from. They felt an ice-cold chill run down their spines, but no one dared to move.

When the lights came back on, the man was standing in the middle of the room, his hands covered in blood. The stolen costume he was wearing looked out of place—too tight, too old. He looked at everyone with a twisted grin, but his eyes—his eyes were no longer human.

Suddenly, people screamed and ran for the doors. The man just stood there, watching them, his laugh echoing through the club. They would never know who he really was, or why he came. All they would remember was the terror in his eyes as the music began again, louder than before.

By ChatGPT

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Tommy was a chill bloke, and since he was 8 years old he HAD BEEN BULLIED by his classmates because DURING breakTIME he was ALWAYS alone, playing with DOLLS. Tommy HAD BEEN THINKING AND SUFFERING this from THE 1st to THE last year of elementary school.

IT WAS IN THE LAST YEAR AT ELEMENTARY SCHOOL THAT TOMMY started to REALLY FEEL alone. He only wantED to have a friend.

One day, 3 years later, he was helping his father when he saw the same doll that he USED TO HAVE when he was bullied, and he started to think about a solution to get back at the bullies… . What he was thinking about? He decided to kill everyone that HAD dared bully him.

Few weeks later...

NO ONE COULD understand why a lot of YOUNG people WERE DISAPPEARING! WAS IT BECAUSE OF of Tommy?

We never understood it, but one day, Tommy finally decided to go out: At the END-OF-SCHOOL-YEAR party, Tommy did A slaughter… .

By Ginevra O. and Anastasia

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Lea and Jake were at school together, in the same class. She was cheerful and extroverted, he was more reserved, but since they were little they had always gotten along.

Despite the crush he had on her, Jake continued to act as a friend, keeping the jealousy he felt towards Lea's boyfriend at bay. Only after one summer evening at a party, did he take advantage of her boyfriend's absence and bring BROUGHT Lea home.

It was late at night and right there, at the Johnson house, strange things began to happen: the stove and the shower weren't working, but Lea didn't worry too much about it, only after hearing noises coming from the garden, the girl ran towards the landline of the house… but the socket had been cut.

Suddenly the lights went out: from the front door Lea saw a shadow approaching who said: "you are mine and you will be mine forever".

Only the next day was the girl's body found by the family who are still looking for answers today...

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by Susanna & Alice

THIS IS THE legend of the knight Mira.

Mira was one of the "Knights of the Phoenix", WHO HAD TO protect the royal Phoenix. She was slim and short with blue eyes and ginger hair, and she was the most powerful girl in the kingdom.

One dark and cloudy night, somebody stole the little Phoenix, and Mira was given the task of findING it.

MIRA started HER JOURNEY with her loyal horse and, after two weeks, they finally arrived in front of a mysterious hut.

In the garden, there was a querulous boy who was controlling a thestral: it was an horrible black horse with big wings.

Willy had dark eyes and blond hair.

The boy was a servant of Dark Hunter, but he didn't like his work.

Suddenly, WILLY saw the girl and fell in love WITH HER.

Mira was trying to talk with him when Dark Hunter appeared between them and started a brutal fight with her.

Meanwhile, the Phoenix had gone out of its cage and it was informing the other knights that Mira was in danger.

When the OTHER knights arrived, they killed Dark Hunter with Willy's help and saved Mira. During the fight, Mira had fallen in love with Willy too.

After a few days, Willy was nominated "Knight of the Phoenix" and he could BECOME Mira's boyfriend...

And they LIVED happily forever AFTER...

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Anna, After hearing the stories about the old Village, decided to explore an abandoned house in the woods, ignoring the warnings that said not to go there after sunset.

Once she entered, the door slammed shut behind her with a loud thud.

The house was silent, but despite this, Anna felt a presence. With every step she took, the floor creaked, and a shadow moved quickly everywhere.

As soon as she climbed the stairs, a hand grabbed her ankle and darkness enveloped her completely.

The next morning, no one found her, and there was no more news of her. The only sound that could be heard was the creaking of a rocking chair in that mysterious house...

by Désirée and Camilla

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The Girl in the Photograph is a creepy story about a boy who finds a picture of a beautiful girl and becomes obsessed with her. After doing some research, I'm pretty sure this was originally a Japanese or Korean urban legend.

One day, a boy was sitting in his classroom in school. He was extremely bored and was waiting for the school bell to ring. When he looked out the window, something caught his eye. There was a photograph lying on the grass outside.

When school was over, he ran outside and picked up the photograph before anyone else had a chance to see it. Turning it over in his hands, he realized it was a picture of an incredibly beautiful girl. She was wearing a white top, a short, black skirt, black tights and black shoes. For some reason, she was holding up two fingers.

The girl was so pretty that he wanted to meet her. He showed the photograph to everyone in the school and asked if they knew her. Unfortunately, nobody recognized her.

That night, when he went to bed, he placed the photo on his bedside table and went to sleep. Around midnight, he woke up. There was something tapping on his window. Then he heard what sounded like someone giggling. More than a little frightened, he worked up the courage to investigate it. He jumped out of bed, went over to the window and opened it. There was nothing there.

The next day, he showed the photo to his friends and neighbors and asked if they knew the mysterious girl. Everybody he asked said they had never seen the girl before in their lives.

That night, as he lay in bed, he heard the tapping sound again. He looked out the window and could just make out a figure standing on the other side of the street. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like the mysterious girl in the photograph.

Clutching the picture tightly, he threw on his clothes and raced downstairs and out the front door. As he crossed the road, he forgot to look both ways and was suddenly hit by a car. The driver got out of the car and ran over to help the boy, but it was no use. The boy had been killed on impact.

The driver noticed something clutched in the boy's hand. It was a photograph. Turning it over in his hands, the driver realized it was a picture of an incredibly beautiful girl. She was wearing a black top, a short, black skirt, black tights and black shoes. For some reason, she was holding up three fingers.

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The Girl in the Photograph is a creepy story about a boy who finds a picture of a beautiful girl and becomes obsessed with her. After doing some research, I'm pretty sure this was originally a Japanese or Korean urban legend. One day, a boy was sitting in his classroom in school.

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Free Wifi is a scary story about a young girl whose family can't afford the Internet. She hears about a new service that allows you to connect to the Internet for free.

My name is Masha and I'm 16 years old. I live in a small town in Russia. My father doesn't make a lot of money and my family isn't very wealthy. There are a lot of things we can't afford. One of those things is the Internet.

One day, while I was in school, one of my friends told me she had heard about a new service that gives you free access to the Internet. She said all you had to do was connect to their network, which was called "Free Wifi" and then you could browse the Internet to your heart's content without having to pay a thing. It sounded almost too good to be true.

That evening, when I got home, I decided to try it out. I opened up my laptop and searched for the network called "Free Wifi". The signal was excellent, so I selected it and clicked "Connect". My Internet browser popped up and, on a black background with sinister red letters, there was a message:

"Welcome to Free Wifi! Thank you for visiting! We don't require any payment. We don't require any registration. All we ask for is some basic information about our visitors. Please answer the following question."

There were four pictures on the page. A bus, a boat, a train and a plane.

Underneath, there was a question:

"What is your usual mode of transport?"

I cycled to school, my father didn't own a car and we could never afford to go anywhere on holiday. I didn't use any of those modes of transport, so I just chose the train at random and clicked on it.

A "Thank You" message appeared on the screen and then, I was able to browse the Internet. I was delighted. This was the answer to all my problems. Now, I could set up a Facebook account and keep in touch with my friends on Twitter and Instagram.

The next day, however, as I was watching TV, the show was interrupted by a breaking news alert. The local news reporter was saying that there had been a terrible accident. A train had derailed and come off the tracks just as it was crossing a bridge. Several carriages plunged into the river below and almost everyone on board had been killed.

I was horrified. That's when I remembered the website I had visited the night before. I had selected the picture of the train. I tried to tell myself it was just a coincidence. I mean, what would have happened if I chose the picture of the plane. Would there have been a plane crash the next day? The idea was ludicrous.

That evening, I needed to use the Internet again. I connected to the Free Wifi network and again, the same page popped up. This time, the question was different.

There were 4 pictures of houses: A bungalow, a two-story house, a three-story house and an apartment building.

Underneath, in big red sinister letters, was the question:

"Which type of house do you live in?"

My family lives in a bungalow and I was about to choose that option when I stopped myself. My finger hovvered over the mouse button, but I couldn't click it. What if my suspicions were true? I wondered. It was a silly thought, but I just couldn't take that chance.

Instead, I clicked on the apartment building, just to be safe. A "Thank You" message flashed on the screen and I was able to connect to the Internet again.

The next day, the apartment building near my school burned down. Luckily, the fire happened during the day, so most people weren't home. About 20 people perished in the blaze. The police said they suspected arson.

I was worried. It was starting to seem like more than a coincidence. No matter how crazy it seemed, I had a sneaking suspicion that somehow, the Free Wifi was causing these tragedies. I decided that I would be better off if I just left it alone.

However, that night, I began to doubt myself. The more I thought about it, the sillier it seemed. Was I just being paranoid? How could connecting to a Free Wifi network result in the deaths of over 100 people. Who would ever believe such a thing was possible?

After mulling it over for almost an hour, I was convinced it was just an insane coincidence. I took out my laptop, turned it on and connected to the Free Wifi.

My Internet browser opened again. There were 4 more pictures. When I saw them, I let out a gasp of horror.

The pictures were of my mother, my father, my little sister and me...

Underneath, in big sinister red letters was the question:

"Which of these is your favorite family member?"

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The Twist Ending is a spooky short story with a plot twist at the end.

There was a very famous author named David, who had written quite a few best-selling horror novels. All of the literary critics praised his talent for plot twists and surprise endings. He received a large amount of fan mail every day and some budding authors even sent him manuscripts in the hopes that he would help them get their work published.

While David took pleasure in responding to letters from his fans, he took even more pleasure in stealing the ideas of amateur writers. If he came across a manuscript with a great idea for a scary story, he would use it in one of his own books and deny the author any credit. Then, in order to hide his theft, he pulled some strings with his friends in the publishing industry to make sure that the original author never got anything published in the future.

One day, David received a new manuscript in the mail. It was bound in a beautiful hardcover book. He read the first chapter and felt that he knew how the story would end. As he continued reading, he became more and more certain that he could guess the twist ending. It was growing late, but he wanted to finish reading the manuscript to see whether or not he was right.

When David came to the final chapter, he realized that the last few pages of the book were stuck together. Anxious to read further, he pulled the pages apart. He felt increasingly tired but he still kept reading. Finally, he came to the end of the book. It was exactly the twist ending he had anticipated. The husband had hanged himself just as his wife was committing suicide in the next room. David made a mental note to steal the idea and use it in his next story.

Just then, he noticed that, after the words "THE END", there was a little hand-written comment from the author. It read:

"I already know that you are planning to steal the ideas in this story. I know, because you did the exact same thing to me the last time I sent you a manuscript. You published it under your own name and didn't give me any credit. You ripped me off and blacklisted me in the industry. Nobody will accept my novels anymore and I will never again be able to publish anything I write. You have ruined my life and now I am going to have my revenge. You had to pull apart the back pages in order to read this, didn't you? Well those pages contained a poison. Arsenic, to be precise. Are you feeling tired? That is normal. It's one of the symptoms of arsenic poisoning. Soon, your heartbeat will get slower and slower until it eventually stops permanently. Don't bother trying to call an ambulance. You will be dead before they arrive. You have already beem exposed for too long. Goodbye, David. Some twist endings can be very hard to predict."

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Lost Phone | Scary Story | Scary For Kids

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The Lost Phone is a short creepy story about a woman who misplaced her mobile phone and tries calling the number. One evening, a woman came home late from work. She put her handbag down on the kitchen table and started rooting through it. Then she realized she didn’t have her mobile phone with her.…

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Keyhole is a creepy story about a man who stayed in a strange hotel and encountered something very odd indeed. A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in.