HOTEL OF HORROR

On an evening back in November of 1924, a man walked into the lobby of a hotel, in Seattle, Washington. He took an elevator up, to the third-floor and walked around a hallway. He heard a screaming coming from one of the hotel-rooms and rushed to the one room. The man threw open the door and saw nobody im the place. He looked all over and no one was in there. The man then got out of there quick, shutting the door, behind him.

Later on that night, the man was in another hotel-room, sitting up in bed, drinking a bottle of Ripple. The man stood up and peeked out, into the hall. He watched the door of the other hotel-room where he heard the screaming earlier, open. A maid walked out and closed the door. The man approached her. "Good evening ma'am, I was wondering if anything has happened in that room today?" he asked the maid, pointing to the hotel-room. She looked back at it and replied: "good evening, why no sir!". "Oh, uh, nevermind then.  Goodnight" he said. "Good night sir" the maid replied and walked down the hall. The man returned to his hotel-room. He fell asleep, after finishing his bottle of Ripple. In the night, his door opened and a shape of a small lady came in. Dead-pale-white-fingers, with long, black-fingernails, brushed across the man's cheek, as he slept. He then quickly awoke with a gasp. He looked, seeing his door open. The man jumped out of bed and got to the hallway. He looked up the hall and saw a young woman turned away from him, at the end of it. "Hello?" the man called out. No reply from the young lady, who was dressed all in black. The man approached her. He noticed her black dress and hat, along with her long, straight, red hair. "Miss, can I help you?" he asked her. "Good evening sir, come visit me please" she replied, not turning around. She disappeared where she stood, being a phantom and the man jumped in surprise and terror. The door of the other hotel-room opened and he again, heard screaming inside.

Looking in hesitantly, the man saw the phantom-lady stare at him, sitting in the dark, in a rocking-chair. She had pale-white-skin and long, black-fingernails, along with dead-eyes. "Ah, how nice of you to come see me sir.  I have been rather lonely in here, ever since I died last winter in here" the ghost explained to the man, smiling at him, with a gaping-mouth of huge, white, razor-sharp, jagged-teeth.