The creepy hotel ,A short horror story

The creepy hotel

A short horror story

By B. R. Reeder

My name is Ben, I am 16 years old and this is the story of how I encountered a scary situation. I was going on vacation with my family and some friends in the middle of July. We were  going to Atlanta Georgia. We were all enjoying ourselves driving around the city and taking pictures of buildings and different places.  We started to get tired around 8:30 pm. Luckily for me and my family, my friends booked all of us a nice looking hotel. As we were checking in, I noticed that a man was staring at my family. He watched us everywhere we went. My father also noticed this behavior. We both shrugged it off and went on about our business. The best thing about it was that we all got to have our own rooms instead of having two groups of three in two different rooms. As we all got settled in our rooms we all called it a night and went to sleep. It was probably 10:15pm when I woke up to use the bathroom. When I was walking back to my bed, I heard a strange whispering voice coming from the other side of my door (let me in, let me in, let me in boy, let me in). I started to get creeped out but still walking to my bed very slowly so that whoever is out there does not notice me in the room. When the voice started to fade away from my room, I started to relax and went to bed. The next day, I asked one of my friends if they heard any noises from the outside of their door. To my shock,they told me that they didn't hear anything while they were sleeping. For a moment , I thought that it might have been all in my head because of the lack of sleep, but I then remembered that my friends are heavy sleepers. So I just brushed it off. So, later that night, my friends wanted to do some late night workout before going to bed. They asked me to come but I refused and went up to my room and watched tv. After watching tv for a while, I felt sleepy. I got myself ready for bed, but before I put my head on the pillow, I heard the same voice I heard last night; but only a little bit louder. Let me in, Let me in, let me in boy, Let me in. I was now starting to get scared. (why is this person at my door, what does this  person want from me?) As soon as  I was able to get up and see who was doing that, someone started screaming in horror. I ran to the door and what I saw was terrifying! I saw the man that was staring at our family. He had blood all over him. He had a knife and was stabbing a young lady in the chest.  I could not believe what I was seeing. As he finished stabbing the woman, he began to move towards my father's room. The man ran, shaking the knife at my fathers. Not knowing that my father was a cop, My father tackled the man to the ground and held him until the front desk clerk came to our floor. He immediately called the police. The police arrived within  ten minutes. The man was arrested and taken to prison, and the corpse was taken away. The remaining policemen interviewed  all of the witnesses. My father asked one of the cops why the man did this, and what was he after? One of the cops responded that he was the night manager and he was extremely severely mentally unstable. Needless to say, we did not stay in that hotel because of the trauma. We went to another hotel. I didn't get to sleep that night. I stayed awake in deep thought.. I was not able to get the images out of my mind.  The next morning we left the hotel. As we were heading home, I began to realize that I would never forget that scary, and traumatic situation that my whole family witnessed.