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The sudden jolt of the cab hitting the curb woke me up.
I had been asleep for a little while, but when the taxi had drove over the cobbled path leading to the hotel, I woke up feeling a rush of cold air on to my face.
The blackness of the starless night was incredible, it was like the sky was a black void, sucking everything in, I had a sudden fear that something lurked in the shadows watching, a murderer, a bloodthirsty serial killer. No--That's silly, this town seems very quiet and friendly, I'm only staying here for 5 days...
I paid the taxi man his cash and bid him well, then reached to the doors where a grim looking bell boy stared at me as if he had seen all the pain in the world and couldn't care any less, I was surprised by the look he gave me.
Just ignore it, Yuri. I told myself, You're a 19 year old boy, travelling alone for the first time... Nothing's going to happen.
I went to the receptionist, there, a woman with gold hair toppled in a bun looked at me through huge red rimmed spectacles, she asked me my name and I told her, and she gave me the key.
Room number 13.
I stared down at it in shock... 13?
"Is something the matter?" she asked me, I looked at her with clear shock and horror, and she knew what was the matter.
"I know what you're thinking... Why we have a room with the number 13, right? Well, most hotels don't have a door with that room because it's said to bring bad luck, but we're not superstitious, we don't believe in that, you'll be fine,"
I still couldn't move, so, so many cases of death and suicide in hotels, where the people had been in room 13. Was I to be one of them?
She saw me still lingering, rolled her eyes and said, "Young man, that 13 myth is a child's story! You'll be fine,"
I snapped out of the embarassing fear I was in, I found everything creepy, but I said nothing. It was just my imagination, I just needed some sleep and I'd be fine.
I walked down the dimly lit corridor of rooms, my heart pounding inside my chest, my mind racing with all thoughts, I could easily faint with fright if this continued... It is said that the number 13 brings bad luck... Hotels never have a room with that number... why this one?
It's just a number, I told myself, what harm can it do? Bad luck doesn't exist.
But no matter what I told myself, it didn't seem enough, I looked back multiple times, thinking that someone was behind me.
Then, before I knew it. I had reached the door. And engraved in to the light oak wood, was 13.
My heart beat fast, my blood had gone cold and I was shivering, I was a coward. I got scared easily, it was just of my nature. Even superstitious bad luck scared me, I muttered a silent prayer, my lips quivering, and then, I turned the key, to open the door to a world of darkness...
Yes, it was pitch black, I took a shivering step in, if I was frightened before, I certainly had the fear of god in to me now, I could die right now, or faint and wake up to find myself in a pool of blood, anything... I put my hand on the wall, there was a cold silence in the room, like so many bad things had happened before I got in, my breath cracked in my lungs.
Then, I found a light switch, and the light was turned on.
The first thing I saw was the number 13.
There it was, stuck to the wall like a hanger, on the wall opposite the bed, 13.
I was frightened and scared all over again, it was as if all the fear I had in me came rushing forward, my blood went cold, my heart was thumping as hard as a hammer on wood... I just stood there, frozen.
I knew I would not sleep tonight.
I put my bags by the bed, and heard a creaking noise... a very low, creak... like the opening of a door or a wardrobe...
I daren't turn my head, I can't... I'm too scared, but to prove to myself that this was all in my head, my imagination, I turned, and saw nothing.
The wardrobe was how it was, the bathroom door was open when I had come in anyway, and the room door was how it was, closed.
It's all in your head, you dim wit, stop being a baby and watch some TV, I told myself, ah yes, maybe some noise from the TV or the radio will calm me and stop making me scared, I just hope not to have nightmares, that's the last thing I needed.
I turned the TV on, and saw something that really caught my eye: A single video tape, my heart thumped loudly, but I ignored it and grabbed it.
As soon as I did, I looked up at the black TV screen, nothing... Except for one thing, a shadow behind me, I was immediatly alert and looked back with such speed that the video tape flew out of my hands on to the spot where I had seen the shadow... nothing, nothing there.
THAT was not in my imagination, I had seen it, clear as a bell... But then again, it was late at night and I was tired... No, it was there, I was sure of it, now amount of tiredness could have denied that what I had seen on the TV screen, reflecting my image, was behind me.
I was officially afraid to look in a mirror now.
I looked down at the video tape, trying to avoid looking at the TV screen, being filled with fear as it was, I saw that it had something written on it, in blue permanent marker.
13
I felt myself go numb all over, but I had to, I had to show that this was all in my mind and my imagination was really getting to me... I put in the player... and sat on the bed, right back, my head on the pillow, covered myself in the bed sheets... and watched.
Before I pressed play, I thought to myself: What could it be about?
I pushed that thought aside. I was about to find out now.
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I opened my eyes, I was hot and sweating, but the room was colder than ice, a deadly silence made me shiver with fear. Was I having a fever?
Then all the images flashed through my mind, the girl that died from a chandelier falling on her... The man that jumped out of a window... The girl that took too many sleeping pills and died in a closet... all in room 13.
But it was in this room 13. I recognized it, from when I got out of the cab, I had looked around me, and the hotel in the video was the hotel!
I was in the room where three people had died before me. Was I the fourth?
And then I saw it...
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Victoria Ingledew was the woman that worked at the hotel's reception, she smiled at her co worker, John, as he came in, in the morning.
"Y'know yesterday, this bloke checked in to room 13, from the way he was scared, you would have thought he'd seen a picture of a naked guy!"
"People think too much over that stupid myth,"
"I know, silly crap. Hey, do you smell something wierd?"
"I know! It's coming from that corridor, it smells like... something died there!"
"Let's go check it out then, maybe somebody took a huge crap,"
They followed the smell until it got stronger as they went on, until they came to the door.
"Thirteen..." said John, and he looked at Victoria as they both realized what had happened.
THE END!!!!!! -
Well hope ya'll like it. ^O^
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i love it!
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Thank you! :D
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I am afraid to sleep now...
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lol Carri, I was kinda the same. xD Also thanks for reading it. :D
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lol roe np, i read this at 2 am in the dark
i COULDN'T FALL ASLEEP TIL 8 IN THE MORNING. -
Zoh my God! o_O LoL sorry for keeping you awake. xD
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lol im a nocturnal artist so that was actually a good thing
plus i was planning on being awake anyways LOL
it was still awesome though
being freaked out when the clock stroke 12 and imagining another stroke LOL LOL -
*clapping like f---in crazy*
Imma have to sleep with meh Veggie plushie tonight LOL -
LoL Ting! XD
And thank you Vege! :) -
I LOVE your stories Roe! ^-^
This scared me a lil lol. -
Thank you Lil! :D :D
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that was kool. :D
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