White With Red

## White with Red by unknown author

A businessman went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The lady at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there would be a door with no number on it. She explained that it was a locked storeroom and that it was out of bounds. She also said that no one should look into the room under any circumstances either.

He thought that this was a really odd thing to say, but he followed the instructions anyway, went straight to his room and then went to bed.

The next night, while he was bored in his hotel room, his curiosity about the room with no number got the better of him and he decided to check it out. He walked down the hall to the door, and just like the woman had said, there was no number on it.

He tried the handle, but of course, it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole to try and see if he could make out anything inside the room.

Cold air passed through the hole, chilling his eye. What he saw was an ordinary hotel bedroom just like his own, but in the corner was a woman whose skin and hair were completely white. She was facing away from the door, leaning her head against the wall, rocking back and forth while tapping it softly off the hard surface.

He stared in confusion for a while as the woman kept hitting her head on the wall and wondered why the lady at the desk lied about the room. He wanted to knock to see if she was alright, and he almost did, but decided against it at the last second.

As he was still looking, the woman stopped hitting her head on the wall and stood completely still for a moment. The cold air coming through the hole intensified as the woman slowly turned to look at the door, and the man quickly moved away.

He crept away from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He walked back to his room, his head swimming with thoughts about the woman, but he tried not to think about it and went to sleep.

The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole again. This time, though, all he could see was redness and nothing else. He couldn't make out anything else except this dark red unmoving color. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before and had blocked the keyhole with something.

He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable and hoped she had not made a complaint. At this point, he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information.

She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?"

The man told her that he had and asked why she had lied about the room. The woman sighed again.

"Well, I might as well tell you the truth. A long time ago, a man and his wife checked in at this hotel. People often reported shouting and other noises coming from that room, and they were constantly arguing. One night, the shouting stopped, and out of concern, the manager checked the room. They found the wife dead on the floor and the husband was nowhere to be found. No one saw him leave the hotel and they still don't know where he is. Those people weren't ordinary, though.

They were white all over, but they had...horrible, red eyes..."