A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
However, the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. Was this a celebrity? The owner's daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity but decided not to.
As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk.
At this point he decided to consult her for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?"
The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, and we find that even now, whoever stays there gets very uncomfortable. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
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See also: Red with White
(From deletion log)
A travelling businessman pulled up to a hotel because he needed to turn in for the night. Before walking inside to the lobby, he noticed a room on the second floor with a balcony and a nice view. He continued inside, and walked up to the bored-looking receptionist sitting at the front desk of the hotel's lobby.
He asked if, by any chance, he could stay in that particular part of the hotel that looked so nice outside, just for the night. The receptionist apologised for any inconvenience and told him they aren't currently renting that particular room out. She offered to rent him the room right next to it for much cheaper, and he can at least still have the nice view. Appeased, he agreed, and didn't think to ask why they weren't renting the one he originally wanted.
Sure enough, he found that his re-adjusted accommodations were right next to the original room, and began to walk down the hall past this mysterious room when he stopped. He swore he could hear shuffling from inside this supposedly unoccupied room. Feeling a bit foolish, and checking that no one else is around, he sets down his luggage and peeks through the keyhole into the room. It's obviously a nicely furnished room, much like his own would be he expected, but in the corner was a woman whose skin and clothes were completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. A bit shocked, he startled away from the keyhole. Why would the receptionist lie to him about not renting out the room?
He wouldn't have minded if she had just told him it was occupied, he had arrived quite late. Puzzled and maybe a bit annoyed, he picked his luggage back up and continued to his room and a good night's sleep.
The next day as he was departing, he couldn't resist. There was something about the room that fascinated him for reasons he couldn't explain; he had to look again. He returned to the door as he was passing and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. A bit embarrassed, he quickly realised the inhabitants knew he had been spying. They must have blocked the keyhole with something red to stop any further intrusions to their privacy.
Still, the receptionist had blatantly lied to him about the room, and he decided he'd make a point about finding out why. Playing coy as he checked out, he politely asked why they didn't rent out the room he had requested yesterday. That's when the receptionist's expression changed from bored to very sad.
"Well to be entirely honest, we haven't rented it out for some time. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and it's said that her ghost still haunts it. She's often sighted by patrons, and they all agree on the same thing. They all say that the woman is completely white, except for her eyes. Her eyes are a startling shade of red.”
(From deletion log)
A man was driving down the rocky road of a rural town. He hadn’t noticed that he was running low on fuel, but he did know it was late, and he was sleepy. He was passing an old, shabby-looking motel when his car stopped.
Great, he thought. At least I have this place.
Walked in and asked for a room. The young woman at the front desk gave him a key. Room 2. He took it, and right before he left to into the hallway, the woman called out.
“Sir,” She said politely. “The people in the room beside you are very sensitive to noise, please be quiet.”
The man nodded and went quietly into his room. It wasn’t half bad. Yes, color on the walls had different shades, and the fake wooden shine of the furniture was peeling, but everything else looked pretty clean and well cared for, just worn out. He went to sleep almost immediately. When he woke up, he skipped his shower and went down to try and fix his car, but as he was walking by Room 1, curiosity took over him. Slowly, he walked towards the door and looked through the peephole.
All he saw was red.
He shrugged and went outside. A woman came out of the motel. With her help, they got the car to a nearby gas station. The man drove back to the motel to get some stuff he had left. He took a shower quickly, and as he was leaving, the red peephole found its way back into his head.
He asked the woman at the front desk.
“Oh, now that you saw, I might as well tell you. A couple came in when the motel had opened. The man left, and the woman was never seen leaving. We believe she lives. Through many people, we have discovered that she’s completely white, clothing and all. Her hair is black. “And her eyes are red.”
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