When we come across the word unusal we think of weird, strange, and out of the ordinary. The room isn't particularly perculiar looking but just the feeling of entering the room, make me feel theres another presence in the room. I was only standing before the door of the hotel's bedroom and I already had this tingly feeling in my gut.
This looks like another medicre room, however the aura is far from ordinary. The door is 7 feet high and about 2 feet wide. the door is white with arrangements of squres and rectangles and thin lines bordering it, I turned the small brown door knob to enter a plain red room. Eerily, the red is the same shade as blood. The bed looks comfortable though, the white blanket was nicely spread out and seems fluffy too. The square room had the head of the bed against the wall to the right and the side against the corner. There is also a huge circular mirror about three feet long, facing the bed. It'd bordered with golden designs making it have an ancient effect. Above the bed, there was a potrait of a man in sombre colours. To my left there is a simple wooden bookself with 5 shelves. The first three was filled with books that seemed jovial to read, but then I caugt a glimpse of the final two shelves. They were filled with dolls.
I shut the door behind me but I still stood by the door, scanning every single detail of this bedroom. I felt a sudden urge to bolt out of the room, feeling a presence, a supernatural presence. feeling eyes on me, I forced myself to look down but as if my eyes had a mind of its own. I trailed to the uncomfortable pairs of eyes that were watching me. I stared atr the dolls, wide-eyed and full of fear. Dolls seemed harmless but thiking about sleeping in the same room as them didnt set a good image. Even though the dolls' eyes had perked me, I felt another pair behind me. Slowly, I turned around to see the painting's eyes pointing in the same direction of me the whole time. I found my body swaying left and right but seeing those eyes glaring on me. The only feeling of comfort in this room was the bed. The warmth and relaxation it gave me, made me feel calm even with the articles' eyes watching my every move. But I sense another presence, and this time, from the one thing I thought was normal.
Although petrified of the room, I crept deeper inside. The hardwood floor was creaking at every step. Startled at the creaks, my bag dropped with a 'THUD' causing one of the dolls to drop and turn on. It stood up and started to walk to wards me! I stood still, thinking the doll was alive, and hoping it wouldn't stop in front of me. Luckily, the doll walked straight passed me and bumped into the wall, I chuckled. As if the doll heard, it turned around and walked towards me once more. My heart pounded in my chest, and as the doll grew closer, I felt like my heart would explode. The doll passed me again and kept bumping into the shelf. Again, I slowly and steadily tip -toed to the bed knowing there was something in there, and my curiosity wouldn't stop. I finally reached the bed but to see my sister sound asleep.
I was relieved, and everything started to make sense! The room is red, she loves that colour! The painting was Vincent Van Gough her favourite artist, and the dolls are all of her toys. This room wasn't unusual at all, it was just my sister's hotel room. My perspective of the room, is what made it so uncomfortable It's not necessarily the items, it's just the feeling you have round it making everything seems peculiar. Full of hope, I grinned, and turned around to off the lights. As I mead my way to the bed something bumped into me. I tried to make out the shape in the dark, it was the doll, I smirked and placed it on the shelf. As I turned around I felt a small hand grabbing my finger. My heart-skipped a beat and I turned around to see the doll's hand pulling my finger vigorously. I yanked it out and headed to bed.
