Short Horror Story's

13.

I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell the woman at the front desk I want a room. She tells me the room number and gives me the key. "But one more thing comrade; there is one room without a number and it's always locked. Don't even peek in there." I nod, take the key, and go to my room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across from mine. I cannot sleep so I open the door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on the door and say, "hello?". No response. I look in the keyhole. I see nothing except red and the noise of water trickling continues. I go down to the front desk to complain. "By the way who is in that room?" She looked at me and begin to tell a story. There was woman in there, murdered by her husband. Her skin is all white, except her eyes, which were red.