Red Eyes

Hi. I'm Rachel. Now I have had an experience... It wasn't very pleasent, and I want to share it... I want to share it for your saftey... First off you know those 'Super 8' Hotels? Well that's where it all happened... And ever scince I had never gone to any hotels... Well, I should probably already tell you what happened... So here it is...

It was some where in the middle of summer, and I wanted to take a vacation and go to a hotel. I needed a vacation because I worked in a very popular bakery, so it was always busy... SO much custemers... I was always the one who had to clean the tables, work the cash register, and take orders all at the same time. It was only me, and two other workers. Three workers is enough, right? Nope. Wrong. There were always about thirty custermers. I couldn't handle it, so I went on vacation.

I packed my shirts, socks, pants, underwear, etc... Then I grabbed my keys and drove off to the second nearest hotel, which was many miles away. But GOD did I really need a break, from work AND that neighborhood... It was always so... Noisy... I couldn't even sleep without being awoken five minutes after by the sound of babies crying or mothers yelling at thier husbands. Anyways, I finally reached my destination and went to the front desk of the lobby to check in. "OK... That's all the information I need," The lady at the front desk told me, as she handed me the keys. "Now, you're room is 12B." I nodded and grabbed my bags, but before I got a chance to turn around and leave she grabbed my shoulder and turned me around gently... "Before You go to your suite, I want you to know... You are on the same floor as one of the abandoned rooms. Please, whatever you do, don't open it ma'am... It is nothing to your consern, but we do not want it being opened... For some reason... And my boss says if someone opens it I will get fired..." I looked at her worriedly but also understanding. I nodded. I turned back around and went to the stairs... I don't really like elevators...

I reached to my floor and went down the long hallway. 12B. There it is. I unlocked it with my key, and as soon as I opened it, nice cool air brushed against my face. God I used to love that feel... I set my bags on my bed and sat on a chair. I just sat there, enjoying the air. As I did my mind started to wander... And I somehow couldn't get my mind of one topic... What could be in that room? I couldn't. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I knew that that night, I was going to that room. Even though I had just got there and could get kicked out and get tht women fired, I was one who always wanted to find stuff out. I got on my bed and drifted to sleep. It was afternoon anyways, so why not?

I woke up to the thought of the room. I got excided really quickly as I looked out the window, Dark. Night. Perfect time. Everyone would be sleeping so they wouldn't report it. I got dressed in a black shirt and dark blue pants, and went out my suite. I walked a few steps... I got to an odd-looking door. Sure enough it has police tape around it. I reached for the knob to open and...

Locked. Shit, it's locked. I looked in through the key hole and saw nothing... Except a figure... A black figure just standing in the center of the room. Chills went down my spine... I quickly jerked my head away. I walked back to my room. I just decided to go back tomorrow and try to pick the lock, I was still tired and decided to go back to sleep.

The next morning I woke up. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, did my busnies, took a shower, got dressed yeah yeah etc etc...

I went down to the lobby. Nothing was going on. Just normal. And quiet... I went to the little restraunt they had and ate nothing but pancakes, and a cup of coffee. After I was done, I went back to the lobby then to my room. As I passed through the 'room' I got chills again. I had a feeling someone was staring at me... I shook it off and quickly went back to my suite. I stayed in my room for the whole day, going online, chating with my friends, and watching vines on youtube. The usual. The time went by fast, what seemed like a few hours was actually the whole day. It was night time. I went to my bed to sleep, but something didn't satisfy me. I NEEDED to go back to the room. Then I remembered I was gonna pick the lock of the 'room'. I looked around for a bobby pin and paper clip. I found two bobby pins, but no paper clip. Oh well, the bobby pins will do. I walked out my room and went back to the room. Before I tried picking the lock, I looked in the hole again. but the shadow wasn't there, nor was the wrapped firniture. It was all just... Red. Maybe they had blocked it with something. I unhooked the bobby pin and was about to stick it in, when one of the workers caught me. "Excuse me ma'am, what are you doing?" I looked to my right only to find the lady who worked at the front desk. "Uhm- N-nothing miss, I just found this bobby pin in the k-key hole and I decided to take it out, so no children get it and you know... So no kids get hurt. They might stab someone..." I metally face palmed at my stuttering. She looked at me with concerned eyes but shrugged and walked away. "Don't try anything funny." She said as she dissapeared around the corner. I went to my room and layed in bed. I was going to give up. It probably wasn't anything to my concern.

three hours of laying in bed and I couldn't take it. I needed to know what was in there. I got up, and went out the door, down to the lobby. I saw the woman stocking candy on the counter for tomorrow. I walked up to the desk and coughed to get her attention, she twirled around and looked at me. "May I help you?" She kinda half-smiled. "Yes... Miss, May I please know why the room is off limits?" She stared at me and after a long moment of scilence she spoke, "OK. But you can't tell anyone." She made a gesture for me to go forward and then she whispered... "There was once a boy who had checked in. Around the age of 19," She said, looking around to make sure no one else was there... "Well, there was a murder and he was killed. As the police got here, we couldn't find his body. We wrapped the firniture that was covered in blood, and then locked the door after putting police tape around it. Though the murderer was arested, and the body was gone, some people who have looked through the keyhole, saw a shadow. I have even gone in at some point. I saw nothing. Until I looked at the corner, and saw it. The shadow. Before I left, I had saw the eyes. The eyes that scarred me... They were just glowing... Red... We haven't gotten a chance to block the hole, though. We were always too busy to do it, but I guess it's out of hand. I'll try to block it, maybe tomorrow..."

Somewhere in her sentence I was strucked by memory... ''Wasn't it already blocked... By that red thing..?''