D O O R #7

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I stood outside the room. Room 19. Staring at it. Clenching my fists. Heart pumping with adrenaline. It was the middle of the night. My fingertips grazed the golden door knob. I wrapped my entire sweaty palm around it. Hitching my breath.

This could be stupid. The most idiotic thing I've done. I could get arrested by the police for tampering with evidence. I could potentially destroy  any chance of finding the culprit. I breathed in a small amount of cold hotel air. I will be very careful.

Carefully I made my way passed the yellow caution tape without breaking it. I stared at the floor. To my surprise there were no markers scattered around the room. It was like the place was cleared up without a trace. Strange.

The room was still in chaos with the bed sheets messed up and broken glass on the tiled floors. Traces of blood visible as I stepped closer to the tall doors leading to the bedroom. Eerie.

I kept my steps careful. Without a sound being heard from my shoes. I looked around without knowing what I was exactly trying to find. When I finally stepped into the bedroom. I heard a sound. Like movement.

My body tensed up, my senses becoming heightened. I heard creek of the door. I swung my head to the noise when I was grabbed from behind with arms harshly around my neck in a headlock. I struggled to move in their hold. I tried to scream when the person's large hand fully covered my entire mouth. Muffing any sound from escaping. I held onto their arm trying to find a way to gain control.

I immediately froze when the husky voice spoke up. Hearing melancholy enter my ears in the form of a small whisper.

"Who are you?" 

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