Scary Stories

The Room With No Number

"Here are your keys, Sir." said the woman at the desk who's voice was lacking enthusiasm.

John took the keys, grabbed his bag, and headed for the elevator.

"Wait!" The woman said loudly.

He turned to face her wondering if he had forgotten something. The woman stared at him coldly before speaking again.

"There's a room on your floor with no number. Don't disturb it."

John nodded and entered the elevator, wondering why she thought it was so important to leave that room alone. The elevator went up a few floors until it stopped at the floor his room was on. He left the elevator and scanned the room numbers, looking for the one that belonged to him. As he looked, he saw the room with no number. John didn't think it look very significant. Its door was brown and a peephole was in the middle, just like all the others. The only difference was that this door was lacking the plaque that states the room number.

Although he was curious, he obeyed the woman at the desk and left it alone.

Later that night after settling down in his room, he decided to take a shower but realized there were no towels. John checked the phone to call for someone to bring him some, but the phones didn't work. He decided he'd just go ask the lady at the desk.

After leaving his room, he walked down the hallway to the elevator. He passed the room again, and curiosity got to him.

He walked up to the door and wondered if he should knock, but believed that knocking would possibly make whoever was inside mad, so he resulted to using the peephole.

It was hard to see, but John could make out a woman lying on a bed. She was hunched over, and looked like she was in great pain. John contemplated whether or not he should open the door and help, but decided against it. He went to the lobby and collected towels from the lady at the desk. In the hallway leading to his room, he decided to stop by the room with no number one more time to see if the woman was doing any better. He looked through the peephole.

This time, he could only see red outlined with white.

John felt bad, he thought that the red and white must be paper that the woman put up because she felt that her privacy was violated. He wondered if he should knock and tell her he didn't mean to scare her and wanted to know if she was ok, but again he left the room alone.

That morning when John was returning his keys, he finally mustered up the courage to question the lady at the desk about the room with no number.

"So, who's in that room on my floor?"

The woman ignored him, but he thought he saw a slight smile curl her lips.

"Excuse me? Who's in the room with no number on my floor?"

She still didn't say a word, she just continued to busy herself with typing on the computer in front of her. John was getting frustrated. He walked around her desk until he was next to her.

"Who was in that room?" He spoke in a demanding voice.

The woman began to laugh, and John became confused.

"Well you see sir, a long time ago there was a snobby couple that booked that room. The man wasn't as loving as the woman thought and that night he stabbed her to death and escaped the hotel. People here say that she still haunts this place. They say that her paper white figure roaming around the halls gives them shivers. But they say that the scariest part is her eyes,"

The woman leaned toward John, who was beginning to think she was out of her mind.

"Her eyes, are red."

Within seconds, John was out the door with his bags in his hands.