three-one-two-nine

"How are you Sir?"
"Fine thank you, youself?"
"I'm doing very well sir, thank you. Room for one I assume?"
"Yes, only me."
"Not a problem sir..... Oh...."
"Oh? What's the matter?"
"Well sir, it seems we only have one room available."
"Right, so is it bad or something? I don't mind, I won't be here for long, just the night."
"Not at all sir, we normally don't let this room out to individual stayers. That's all."
"Well, can you make an exception? Otherwise I really have nowhere else to go at this point."
"..."
"I mean it is available right?"
"Y-Yes... absolutely sir, one moment please"

The Clerk hands me the card, and I make my way up the hotel, escalator numbers racing through one at a time. With 7 highlighted, I had reached my floor.

The corridors were what you'd expect. Patterned carpet, paintings every 2 doors on the wall, lights seperating the doors. I make my way down the corridor, room three-one-two-eight. I take the key in hand, and place it in the key hole. Why won't it turn? "Come on you fucking piece of shit" harder and harder I turn and twist this key, redining my hand with each twist.

"Why won't it turn... come on- jesus chris-"
"Excuse me" the fainest voice behind me sounds.
I turn only, to be greetest with the staff Porter staring at me.
"Yes hello" in a exhausted breathe I gasped.
"May I help with that sir?"
"Oh yes, it won't turn"
"Yes, it gets stuck sometimes sir"

He takes the key from my hand, inserts it into the door, and without a hint of power or strain, unlocks the door.

"There you go sir, may I help you with your luggage?"
"No that'll be all thank you. Have a nice night."
"You too sir."

I close the door behind me and enter the room. I start unpacking my things, I go into the shower, I bathe, I change out of my clothes and I lay on the bed. Ten minutes pass, I hear nothing. Unusual. Twenty, Still nothing. Half an hour, not a single pin drop to be heard. I mean it's not awfully too weird it is the middle of the night. I turned off the lights and put my head down.

Clink, Clonk, Clink, Clonk, Clonk
"Hu-u-huh..." in my half asleep stupor I mumor
Scritch, Clonk, Scrutch, Clink, Clank
"What- what the hell is that noise"

I get up.

Scratch, Clink, Clink, Clink
I try and turn on the lights, nothing.
Clink, Clank, Clonk

"Why won't you turn!" I hear from the other side of the door.

"Excuse me? I'm sorry sir, I think you've got the wrong room. Someone is already in here." I yell through the door.

"Come on!" the anonymous voice sounds.

Someone's trying to get in. I try and open the door, nothing. It's locked.

"Where's the key.... Where's the fucking key"

I put my eye to the keyhole, a body only to view.

"why won't you turn.."
"Excuse me" I hear that faint voice again.
"Yes?"
"May I help you with that sir? The door to three-one-two-nine gets stuck"

"three-one-two-nine?" I faintly ask myself.
"My room is three-one-two-eight"

I check my reservation card
10th October 2017,
Room: 3128
Floor: 7
Signed: Yes

"Excuse me sir-" I bellow through my door "It seems you've got the wrong room, this is three-one-two-eight, not three-one-two-nine".

I hear nothing but the strangers outside my door, not a word in response. I peep my eye once more through the keyhole.
"Wait... he's....he's the clerk, why isn't he downstairs, he handed me the card why..... why would he-"

"There you go sir, may I help you with your luggage?" the clerk replies.


NOTE: Was pretty tired when I wrote this, not a typical scary story, but something weird and differen't. Wrote because I was bored.

great story, no doubt I liked it enough, if you have more feel free to post

11-10-2017, 12:13 AM

TheAverageLeaker Wrote: I dont understand... why is it spookie?

Try and work it out. It's not suppose to "creep" you out, just suppose to make you think and wonder.

interesting story post more if you would like to i wouldnt mind seeing more.