Beatles Horror Stories

The Girl in Room 207

 When you're as old as I am, you have most likely experienced things that you still think about many years later, for better or for worse.

For a Beatle, like me, I think about things like that almost every day.

But, there's this one event that, no matter how hard I try to bury it at the back of my mind, it still creeps back up every now and then.

It was on the night of the 24th of June, 1965.

Me, John, Paul, and George had just arrived at this new hotel that, like most others, we'd most likely only stay at for, at most, a couple days.

The Sanlo Hotel, it was called.

Now, we all knew that it wasn't one of those international hotels that you could find anywhere. It was a local one, so it didn't exactly reach the high standards of most other hotels that I've experienced.

Though, having a bed bug infestation in the first room we got was... not great...

After that, we were moved to another room of higher quality.

Room 206.

It was alright, though it was nothing to brag about.

It was on that night that I experienced something... terrifying...

I was just walking back up to my room after talking to this nice lady at the front desk.

Alright, I might have been flirting with her, but that's not the point of this story.

Anyway, the room across the hall from mine, 207, was, at first, no different from any of the other rooms.

However, when I approached, I noticed that the door was cracked open.

I heard a sound coming from somewhere inside the room.

Sobbing...

At least, I thought it was sobbing.

As quietly as I could, I pulled the door back just a bit to peak inside.

The lights were off, and I couldn't see anyone.

Then, I did something that I wish I hadn't done...

I walked inside the room, making sure to leave the door open behind me.

I still couldn't see anything but darkness.

"H-hello?"

As soon as I spoke, the sobbing stopped.

I placed my hand on the wall behind me, trying to find the light switch.

When I found it, I flipped on the lights.

What I saw...

I don't think I'll ever be able to forget it...

On the single bed in the room, which looked normal, was a young girl.

But, she was sitting up on the mattress, and she was staring right at me.

Her proportions were... wrong.

Her left arm looked as though it was bending at three separate points, while her other one was way too thin.

Her legs were twisting in directions that they shouldn't have been.

The worst part though... was her face...

Pitch black hair covered her eyes, but I still could see enough facial features.

Her teeth were way too large for her mouth, and blood was dripping down her face, probably coming from her eyes.

She just stared at me, or at least, I think that she was staring at me.

She wasn't moving, smiling, or even breathing.

I stood there for what felt like years before I turned around.

But, before I could take a step, the door swung open fully and I was pushed out by an invisible force, making me stumble out into the hallway.

The door slammed shut behind me, and I turned back to look at it.

I didn't even try to see if it was locked.

After that, I quickly went inside my room, and John, Paul, and George had no idea what had just happened.

I never told them what happened.

The morning after, we all agreed to go to another hotel, since this one was not that great.

As we were packing our things up, I saw the same lady that I had been taking to the night before, and I asked her if room 207 was occupied.

She answered no...

After that, we moved out, and I never saw that girl again.

However, while we were staying at a much better hotel a few miles away, we saw a news story that sent shivers down my spine.

It was only 2 days since we had left, and the hotel had caught fire and burned to the ground.

As far as I know, they never found the cause.

But, I know that that girl had something to do with it.

I'm just thankful that she didn't decide to follow me.

Anyway, that happened many decades ago.

I have never told this story to anyone before, but, maybe, it's about time that I can share my thoughts about it with someone.

Now, if this was coming from anyone else, they would be seen as crazy.

Even I sometimes think that I had gone crazy a little, but now, I know what I saw.

I know that the girl in room 207 was real.

I don't expect anyone to believe me, but...

You believe me, right?