My Best Friend and Boyfriend Plotted My Death in Abandoned Hotel

My best friend claimed to be a money-saving expert.

During the Labor Day holiday, she insisted we stay at an abandoned hotel—for free.

Standing in front of the rusted gates overgrown with weeds, I hesitated, unease creeping down my spine.

“Samantha, this feels dangerous,” I said quietly. “Is saving a few bucks really worth the risk?”

She looked sheepish but forced a grin.

“It’s impossible to find a hotel now—it’s peak season. And don’t you think it’s exciting?” Her eyes sparkled. “We can use the money we save for a big feast!”

Even my boyfriend chimed in, laughing,