The Haunted Hotel

A man checked into a hotel one night when he was travelling. As the receptionist handed him the keys to his room, she added, "The room next door to your's doesn't have a number on it and is locked. Under no circumstances should you look inside or knock on the door, ok?"

The man thought this was a little odd but agreed to it. He went up to his room and passed the door the receptionist had mentioned. He noted that whilst all the other doors were painted white, that one was painted dark red. He went into his room and went straight to bed as it was late.

He awoke in the middle of the night to a loud scratching noise coming from on the other side of the wall next to him, as if someone was scraping their fingernails against it. He ignored the noise for a few minutes but eventually became annoyed. He got out of bed and went out into the hall, and realised the noise was coming from inside the "forbidden" room with the red door.

He considered knocking but instead decided to peep through the keyhole. The room was dark and bare, but in the middle was a chair with a young women sitting in it with her back faced towards him. The women had pale white, almost luminous skin and dark black hair falling to her waist. The man wished for a moment that he could see her face, but decided to go back to bed. The scratching noise had stopped.

The next morning he got ready to leave the hotel and continue with his travels. As he left his room he passed the room with the red door. Remembering the night before, he decided to have one last peek into it. But when he looked through the keyhole, all he could see was blank red - as if someone had draped a crimson curtain over the other side of it. A little disappointed he left, handing his keys back to reception.

"Did you have a good stay?" She smiled.

"Yes, thank you. Although last night I heard some strange scratching noises coming from inside the other room..." He replied.

The receptionists face paled. "You looked in there, didn't you?" She said, her voice full of fear.

"I did, but what's so terrible about that?" He asked in confusion.

"Well, ten years ago the manager's daughter died in that room. They say she still lives in there. We had to lock it so she couldn't get out," the women explained, trembling. The man thought it sounded absurd. "You must never look into her eyes, everyone who has has died, including her father. She's pale with long dark hair..." She went on.

The man now began to feel a bit of fear settling in. Well, he thought, At least I didn't look into her eyes, She had her back to me.

"And her eyes are the worst of all," The receptionist said, "They are a blank, staring red."