One Night

The Key Hole

One night, a man ran out of gas and it was a long way to home. So he walked to the nearest hotel and asked for a room. The woman at the counter had a strange look on her face when she found where he would be sleeping. "What's wrong?" He asks.

"The floor. Your room is on the 8th floor, Room 138. When you go up to your room don't touch or look into Room 136." She says soflly.

"Why not?" He asks, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"It's private business. Thank you." She says and hands him the key. He takes the keys and heds to the elevator. When he gets to his room he unpacks his stuff and falls asleep. Later in the night he wakes up and cannot fall back to sleep. He gets up and leaves the room. He heds into the hallway and passes by Room 136. Full of curiosity, he walks back to Room 136. He tries the door but it's locked. He decides to look through the key hole. He sees a normal hotel room, but its all white inside, no colors. And in the corner of the room is a woman, all white, with her back to him. He doesn't see anything wrong with the room so he just goes back to sleep.

The next night he goes back to Room136 and looks into the key hole. This time all he sees is red. All red, nothing else. He trys to make out different shapes but he can't, its just plain red. Confused, he goes downstairs to the front counter. The same lady is there. "Um, I have a question about Room 136." He says scratching his head.

"You looked inside didn't you? I knew you would. Well I might as well tell you. about twenty years ago, a woman brutaly killed her husband in that room. And it is believed that her ghost haunts that room and kills anyone who stays there. But something was off about both of them, they both had dark red eyes."