Short stories

Numberless room

I just checked into my hotel room and grabbed my key. Before I left the attendants desk she yelped and said "young man under no circumstances are you to open the numberless room across the hall no good will come of it." What ever that's supposed to mean. I need to start on my work and go to bed. Hours later I finished my work and laid down in bed. "AHHHHHH" I jolted out of bed. "What the hell" I ran and opened the door and stared at the numberless room. BANG BANG BANG the door kept splintering with the force. I know she said not to open the door but I need to help. I took a step closer and thick red almost black liquid oozed out of the key whole. Panicked I opened the door. All I saw was a woman in white with pitch black eyes as the world around me disappeared.
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I woke hours later chained to the wall. In a daze I looked around and saw a pile of bones in the corner. The woman in white stepped forward all I could see was her dress. Pain exploded in my leg as her sharp nails cut into my flesh skinning me alive. She took my skin that went from my ankle to my knee and ate it, her sharp canine teeth glowing in the darkness as she walked away. Leaving me to bleed.
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I woke up screaming from the pain coming from my stomach. She patched my leg up but cut open my stomach to take my kidney out with some other intestines. By the time she stitched me back up and left I lost my voice from all the screaming and passed out.
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This time when I woke up I was just numb I didn't even feel her rip my untouched leg off and shove it in a bucket. I watched as my blood spread out all over the floor and saw the smile on the woman's face. Hating that smile I spit in her face and it angered her. She ripped my arm off as punishment and left again. Knowing that the reason why I'm tired is blood loss and that I'll probably die I smiled hoping it'll all be over
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That night the lady in white came back and ripped his head off. Setting up her meals and stashing them away in the the fridge. She will feast on him till the next poor soul that stays in the room across the hall.