I could hear my own heart thumping in my chest. Slowly, with soft quiet steps, it walked toward me. It looked so inhuman, all I could do was close my eyes. I thought about the moments before this happened... the moments before I was about to die.
I walked into the lobby of the hotel. I looked around. It was quiet, even with the wind and thunder booming outside the thick walls of Hotel Martz. It was late at night, close to twelve actually. The employee at the front desk was sound asleep. I had to poke him a few times with the tip of my umbrella. You can see why I was surprised when I poked him the third time and he woke up with a start, screaming. I asked him if I could please have a room. He quickly composed back to his normal, sleepy self. He checked his computer to see if there were any rooms avalable.
As his computer stopped clicking, a sudden look of fear came over him. "Sir," he said softly," There's only one room available."
"Great. I'll take it," I said.
"Sir you don't understand. the only room available is... it's... haunted!"
I was so shocked I couldn't speak. I finally found my voice, "I'm sure that's not true. And anyway, I'm extremely exhausted, so, if you would be so kind to hand me the key, I would like to go lay down."
Reluctantly, the boy handed me the key. I thanked him and took the elevator to my room. As the calm, elevator music played, I began to feel drowsy. As I began to nod off, the music stopped, and the lights went out. I began to panic and looked around for a switch. As I did so, a child's voice made its way to where I stood. "Do not go into room 113," it said. I screamed and banged against the doors to get out. Finally the music started again, and I reached my floor without another mishap.
I looked at the room number, and I couldn't help but shudder. The room was 113! I put the key into the lock and opened the door. Inside the room was a bed, a television, a desk, a lamp and a window, that to my dismay, was open, letting in the rain. It took all my power to close it, and when I finally did, I lay down on my bed and went to sleep.
I was awakened by a shrill scream and a knocking on the window. As I turned my head, I saw a child's bloody handprint on the now opened window. I pulled the blankets over my head, hoping this was just a dream, but as I slowly pulled them down again, I saw a figure of a little girl standing on the other side of the room. I felt afraid, but also amazed at how she could get in here. I spoke to her gently asking her to come closer, but much to my horror, she held up her hands, bloody and cut. I screamed and rushed over to help her, turning on the lamp as I did so. She covered her face and peeked out at me from behind two little fingers. I pulled her hands away from her face but as I did I became transfixed with fear. I could hear my own heart thumping in my chest. Slowly, with soft quiet steps, it walked toward me. It looked so inhuman, all I could do was close my eyes. I fell to the ground, but never felt pain. My mind was whirling. I could feel the thing touch me. I could hear the employee at the front desk saying over and over, "It's haunted. It's haunted." I could feel myself slipping, falling into the mouth of death. I opened my eyes. I saw the ghost in room 113.