On a cold, dark Halloween night, the wind howled through an abandoned hotel on the edge of town. Once filled with life, the building now stood silent—except for the whispers that came from the laundry room.
Legend says the linens never left.
Sheets of cotton sheeting swayed on their own, drifting across the floor like pale ghosts searching for their lost guests. Bundles of terry towelling twisted in the shadows, as if the towels had soaked up more than just water—they’d absorbed secrets too dark to wash away.
In the corner, a heap of discarded bedding stirred. Some swore it was the restless spirits of the sleepers who once lay beneath them, rising again, tangled in folds of fabric. And then there were the cleaning rags...
Most people feared the haunted laundry, but we see it differently. To us, these are not cursed leftovers—they’re textiles waiting for a new life. What others see as waste, we transform into useful products.
So this Halloween, when you hear the creak of a wardrobe door or the rustle of fabric in the dark, don’t be afraid. It might just be a sheet or towel, ready to be rescued, recycled, and reborn. 👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻