In new York City there was a beautiful hotel that in its prime would home some of the world's most famous actors. But now it is nothing like it was many floors will be completely empty. The hotel had a strange flaw for a 20th century hotel the elevator included a thirteenth floor it was used for filming a few movies but nothing more then that not even if the rest of the floors where completely full they would only rarely use it the owner wanted to keep costs down so he never redid the elevator.
One night during a particularly busy night a man walked in looking for a room the thirteenth floor was the only one with open rooms the manager decided that the superstition was a load of crap and gave the man a room key and helped him to the room. The man was to tired to care where he lay his head for the night and soon drifted off. In the middle of the night the man awoke to a scream in the hall when he went to the door to open it the door handle was oddly warm but no red flags where going off yet so he kept going. As he looked into the hall way he saw a man walking down the hall he followed the man to a window where the man walked right out of the window right into a dumpster. Horrified the man turned to run to the lobby when he was blocked by 10 more people they all looked dead but at different stages of death they started to come closer till the man way pressed against the window where he fell down thirteen story's into the dumpster Bellow.
Weeks pass and his body's never found and more keep pileing up.
*Vanity time*
Hello creeps how goes it so I plan to wright more of these and if I'm home anytime soon I'll wright more of the demon but idk yet still I hope you enjoy these short stories that's all see ya creeps later
Ragnar
