The Haunted Hotel part 1: Martin

Chapter #3

11:50 AM

Dear reader,

I am at a fuel stop right now, as my car miraculously worked this morning again.

This morning I went to look through that keyhole again and the only thing I saw was red, total red, very weird, until I talked to the receptionist again... I was enjoying my free breakfast, when he came up to me to ask how my night was.

I told him the truth about my gift and that this was the reason I had a terrible night of sleep.

"So, have you then also looked through the keyhole of 1407?" My face turned snow-white with the thought of yesterday, I nodded, feeling a bit guilty.

"Well, there is kind of an odd story to that.. many years ago, when this hotel was in its heyday, a normal looking couple booked a room here, you guessed it, 1407.

The next morning, the guy came back down claiming she killed herself by knife, but quite frankly, we don't believe it, we think, by the look on the girl's face, he was the one who killed her... the thing that came forward in all of the claims of people seeing her, is that they saw nothing but red, which must have been her eyes, that had been scooped out, which is a bit odd when you're going to kill yourself."

I know I should just shake it off and think nothing about it, but me, with my greediness for getting in touch with paranormal, I suggested to go and try to talk to the girl if they would let me in to that room, so maybe she could tell me the truth and I could answer the question they have been marvelling about for once and for all.

They agreed to my request and I went back up, with the key in my trembling hand. The girl herself didn't scare me, but just the thought of solving such a big mystery is just an amazing feeling. I walked up to the room and entered, as soon as I came in, I felt her warmth and I knew she meant no harm to me, she was just curious and afraid of my presence. "Please, go away.." It came out as a soft and weak whisper.

I replied. "There's no need to be afraid of me, I mean no harm, I would just like to talk to you, because I am interested in your story." She sighed a depressed sigh. "Are you sure you want to see that?" The sadness in her voice shook me to my core..

I could only nod. "All right, but, I need to warn you. Once we start, there is no turning back from then on..." I nodded once more and she replied. "Okay, but to begin with I need to tell you something about myself at first to make you understand my story better. I," her voice started to tremble. "was a prostitute, and as you may have guessed by now, the man who was with me was my ponce. He was unpleased about the way I worked last time and he took me to this hotel.. at first I thought he was going to rape me, but, I'll let you find out from here. I'll take you to the moment where we came in the room, please don't judge me...

All of a sudden it became all white in front of my eyes and I couldn't see a thing, until it became clearer again. I stood next to the bed, when she and her ponce came in. she fled onto the bed and laid curled up, frightened and bruised on her arms and face, also she was bleeding from her nose, which she was trying to stop. Her ponce was yelling at her, about how she was not worthy of life, how she would have kept money from him, that she was filth and nothing but a selfish twat. The only thing she could do was cry, and be scared of what would perhaps be his next move other than mentally scarring her for life. At this point I could only bawl my eyes out, for all the torment she was going through. After a small pause of smashing a mirror and blaming her for making him do it, he decided that she needed the same punishment. With that said, he pulled out a razor sharp knife, and started to cut her hand, very slowly, while she screamed in agony. "Why don't you just kill yourself, you pussy!" he hissed through his teeth. He grinned. "No, on second thought, I'm going to do that myself, that way I can hurt you even more, and ever so slowly, but," he put up a dramatic voice. "I don't want you to see this..." He grinned and took a tablespoon from the desk, still holding her by her hair. When she noticed what he was up to is was too late already.. he bound her hands to the back of the chair with his belt and muffled a handkerchief in her mouth, which he then secured with a hairy rope, so if she would move her mouth, it would cut her mouth open. What he did next made me throw up and cry even more, I can't tell you the details, as I looked away, but it was blood curdling. He then proceeded to cut her arms, ever so slowly, while her muffled screams of terror, could barely be heard. If only someone heard it...

Once her last scream and breath were finished, he kicked her in the crotch, just to be sure, and then lit up a cig, using her.. eye sockets as an ashtray... when he was finished, he untied the belt and the rope, put the window open and threw here outside. With that done he just went to lie on the bed and sleep.

My vision went white again and I came back to reality. I stumbled onto the bed and dug my head in my hands, sighing heavily. "So, this is my story, didn't expect that, did you?" I slowly shook my head. "I expected it to be bad, but I never expected something this terrible, but, by the way, why would I judge you after this?"

She sighed. "Well, because I was a prostitute, and I didn't run away at points when I could have..." A tear slowly made its way down my cheek, as I replied: "Listen, you probably didn't even know where to go on the first place, and I'm sure you were way too scared of what was going to happen if he found you after an escape." I heard her cry a little when she said: "that's the main reason I was killed... But thank you, you helped me by listening to me. Now I have completed my task and I'm ready to go, may the stars shine down on you..."

At that point I saw a white flash, followed by a "good bye, Martin".

She shot up into the sky, and the room was cleaned of her spirit. I went down, told the staff what I needed to tell them, and drove off...

I'll see you next time as I will write my complete journal about my week-long stay.

Yours sincerely,

Martin.