A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him "On the way to your room there is a door with no number that is locked and no one is allowed to look or go inside under any circumstance". So he followed the instructions and went straight to his room and fell walked down the hall to the door and tried to open it. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it chilling his eye.
What he saw was a hotel bedroom like his but in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door out of curiosity but decided not to. This distinction saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red colour that was unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room new he was spying the night before and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said "Did you look through the keyhole?" the man told her that he had and the woman said "I might as well tell you the story. A while back a man murdered his wife in that room and her ghost haunts it. But these weren't ordinary people. There skin was as pale as can be except for there eyes which were red." The man immediately realized that the ghost was staring back at him so he went back up to the room and looked through the wide keyhole.
But to his surprise no one was there. Shuddering with fear he went to his room and tried to fall asleep. That night he woke up and looked at the clock it said 12:07. All the sudden he sees the ghost charging at him and slicing his through but then. He woke up and thought it was all just a bad dream. But then he looked at the clock... it read 12:06 and he heard the closet door creak open.
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Creepyskullz Book Of Creepypastas
Horrorthe best of creepypastas all put together in one book. the best kind of book to read in a creaky old house under your covers with an almost dead flashlight.
