Something brushed against me and my surprise turned into horror as
I saw a lady dressed in black clothes standing right there, besides my bed, touching my arm with her long sharp nails like a steel knife, leaving painful wounds behind. It will surely form scars.
I was in stunned. Who is this person?
How did it entered my room?
Didn't I locked my door?
I couldn't speak. Nothing came out of my mouth.
While I was immersed in my thoughts.. the figure moved towards the only window in the room.
I immediately got up and shocked to see there was no one there...
I rubbed my eyes trying to stir away the sleep. Nothing happened.
I looked at my arms, the scratches were still there. So it was real.
I went to bed, utterly confused.
We had come to this place somewhere on the outskirts of the city for enjoying our vacations. By the time we reached, we were informed that all the hotels were overloaded due to the holiday season.
So after hunting for hours we found a motel. It was not fancy looking but anything with a roof would have been a heaven at that time.
Fortunately the motel had only one room vacant. We filled our information in the register. The manager although wasn't very keen on giving that room to us but after our requests he hesitantly gave us the keys to the room.
After that unfaithful night, the next morning we went downstairs to the restaurant for having our breakfast.
I told my parents the weird incident of last night.
"It must have been a bad dream. Brush it off. You always read horror stories and stuff like that. You shouldn't read those." , my father said.
"Yes your father is right. How many have I told you to stop reading such things." My mother joined in.
It was not a dream. I am sure about that. I mean I still have the scratch marks on my arms.
But showing them to my parents in order to prove myself would mean getting them panicked and rush me to a doctor or some voodoo magician who knows.
So I decided to investigate it myself.
After eating my breakfast I decided to hang around in the lobby. My parents were talking to some guide about the places we were about to visit.
An old lady was changing the flowers of a vase that was kept on the coffee table which was placed in front of the sofa.
I decided to ask her about that room and why was it not taken by anyone.
"Oh! Hello dear, are you enjoying your stay?", she asked me.
"Yes I am ma'am very much. But I have some questions to ask. Would you mind ?". I asked her.
"Of course dear ask anything! And call me annie please. Ma'am makes me feel old!", she joked and laughed.
I laughed and said,"Annie is such a pretty name. I wanted to ask you about my room. I mean we checked in last night and all the other hotels were full but why only one room was vacant here? I am sure somebody would have needed it. The place is full of tourists", I said to her.
"You checked in last night? But I thought our motel was full. What was your room number again?", She asked me.
"Room number 301", I answered her.
