Room 130

A business man was making his way to New York City, the big apple, the place everyone dreamed of visiting.

After a long journey from England to NYC the man finally made his way to a five star hotel called 'Languine'.

The Languine was a very beautiful
hotel with big chandeliers and glass doors. As the business man made his way to the reception to check in, the receptionist booked him in for room 132 and gave him his key.
"Whatever you do my friend, please do not knock or disturb room 130 any way possible." The receptionist spoke politely.

"Ok, thank you and good night" replied the man.
"Goodnight".

The next morning the business man passed room 130. He was a little bit suspicious after hearing what the receptionist had said and thought that no harm would come if he poked his eye through the key hole.

As he did he saw absolutely nothing. Nothing except the colour red. Not supposing as in the furniture and walls were red, no furniture, no walls, nothing. Just red.

That morning the business man asked the receptionist what was so bad about room 130, and the receptionist replied with

"there is an old lady in there who never leaves that room, it's always locked and every time we open it with our spare key she's not there. My father told me she's been there since she was around 20 years old. She also has one red eye."