I shivered. It was cold outside, and I could see my every exhale. I stared at the sign in front of me: St. Gregory Hotel. Reluctantly, I stepped in. The woman warned me over and over about one thing:
"You will pass a room with no number. Whatever you do, do not look inside"
I took my keys and promptly went to bed, my mind swimming with thoughts.
The next day, I was so tempted I tried to open the door. It figured that it was locked, but I looked through the keyhole. I could see a woman, a very pale woman. She was facing away from. Sharply, she turned around. I jumped back out of view, and slowly backed away. I couldn't see her, but I was scared.
The next day, I checked through the keyhole again. But this time all I saw was a deep shade of red. Embarrassed, I figured she was disturbed and blocked the hole out with a red object, maybe a chair. I walked down the stairs and decided to consult the woman at the front office. When I confronted her, she sighed. And then she told me the story.
"One night a man murdered his wife in that very room. Rumor has it that her ghost still haunts the room. From what people have told me, she is a very pale woman. And that her eyes are red.
