Here’s a scary story that I first heard a while ago from Jennifer. It’s about how one man found out that you should be careful what you look for, because you just might find it…
THE SLANTED HOTEL
A man was driving one night and got caught in a snowstorm so bad that he couldn’t even think about driving another mile.
He saw a hotel sign off to his left and immediately turned into the small parking lot. ‘How lucky!’ he thought to himself while grabbing his suitcase out of the trunk and walking up to the hotel, but immediately after opening the front door his heart sank a little.
To make things worse, the lady at the front desk looked like she hadn’t smiled since the hotel was first built.
“No vacancies,” she said coldly as he walked up to the counter.
The man begged and pleaded with her but she was adamant, no vacancies, not even a broom closet. So he changed tactics and insisted that he was going to keep bothering her until she gave him a place to stay for the night.
After quite a while of arguing with him the lady gave in. “Okay,” she said, There’s a room in a part of the hotel we don’t usually rent out. You can stay there tonight but only if you promise me one thing: Near your room there will be a door with the number 113 on it, no matter what happens do not in any way disturb it or try to open the door.”
The man cheerfully agreed and snapped up the rusty key before the lady had a chance to change her mind.
He lay on the bed listening to the tv static and thought he might die of boredom.
‘I’ll just go get some ice and…look around’, he thought to himself. But he knew what he really wanted to see, and after getting some ice from the rickety ice machine on the 1st floor he found himself back upstairs in the dark hallway and lingering near the door marked 113.
The door was very worn and had some unusual looking gashes on it, but otherwise didn’t seem different than the door to his own room. What could be so great about this room that it would be forbidden?
Or maybe the lady at the font desk was just playing a trick on him. Well there was only one way to be sure, he’d have to look and see for himself. So he walked quietly up to the door handle. He put his hand on it and was about to turn it when he heard …mumbling.
It was an eerie low mumbling, almost a whisper, and it seemed to echo around him in a very unnatural way.
The man’s heart started beating really fast, well it was pretty scary after all, but despite that his mind was more curious than ever. He leaned down to the old fashioned keyhole and looked in, hoping to get some clue to help solve the mystery.
But what he saw through the keyhole was even more mysterious than the mumbling.
Inside the room was a woman with long stringy hair that was so blond it looked white. She had her back turned to the door and was just standing there right next to the window, with her pale arms hanging by her side and mumbling to herself.
The man was transfixed, was the woman insane or what? And what was she mumbling to herself about? Not taking his gaze off the keyhole he leaned in and pressed his ear closer to the door to try and hear better, but suddenly the mumbling died away.
There was a moment of silence, and then the woman raised her hands to the sides of her face and let out a horrifying soul piercing scream! The bucket of ice dropped from his hands with a loud crash, but the screaming didn’t even waiver. It just kept going on and on. Terrified, he ran to his room, shutting the door firmly behind him and locking all the extra locks.
And just like that, the screaming stopped.
It took a long time for the man to get to sleep but he finally did, and the next morning while packing his suitcase he laughed about how scared he’d been the night before.
There was no mumbling this time, in fact it was eerily quiet. He leaned down and looked through the keyhole, ‘Just real fast,’ he thought to himself, ‘then I’ll go.’
But through the keyhole he saw only solid red. Obviously the woman had outsmarted him and put something red over the keyhole to keep him from looking in.
“Bah! Stupid, crazy woman.” he said feeling very sour. He got up and kicked the ice bucket out of the way, making it bounce loudly off the door as he passed it.
When he got downstairs he insisted the frowning lady at the front desk tell him about what was really happening with room 113.
“You fool,” she snapped, “You disturbed the room didn’t you? There was a woman who was murdered in that room many years ago and she’s stayed there ever since, looking for the one that killed her so that she can take her revenge.”
“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you,” said the lady, “She gets very angry. You wouldn’t be the first person to fall victim to the woman with the pale skin and red eyes.”
Red eyes. At those words the man felt ice go through his veins. He realized with horror that what he had really seen when looking in the keyhole that morning. It was the red eye of the angry ghost and she had been looking right at him!
Even worse, he had insulted her and kicked the ice bucket right at the door.
He didn’t say anything else, just ran out of the hotel into the drifting snow and didn’t look back. But if he had looked back he would have seen in a dark window high above, two angry red eyes peering out onto the sidewalk.
This story is a good reminder to be careful when looking into mysterious things, because you might be inviting something mysterious to look at you instead. And who knows what will happen once you get it’s attention.
As for what happened to the man well he never made it to his car, all they found of him was his suitcase in the snow, spilled open. There were many strange footprints around it but they lead nowhere.
The police closed the case, saying officially that he must have been so afraid that he went into hiding. They said he might never be seen again. But the people who worked at the hotel knew what really happened, yes he would be seen again…but only by the angry ghost with the red eyes.