HOTEL HORROR STORIES – THE ROOM 417

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One of the hotel horror stories:

You know, sometimes there are events in our lives that afterwards seem didn’t happen at all. They are just so incomprehensible they feel like a dream. And yet I’m certain the thing with me really did happen.

I was staying in an old hotel at that time. It was a job business trip, so it really didn’t matter that much in what exact place I was. I just picked a hotel closest to the business.

The place seemed fine. The hotel was probably built in 50’s, but undergone restoration in some recent times.

I’d eaten a dinner and was sorting my things needed for the business meeting tomorrow. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but then some noise disturbed my peace. At first, I didn’t know what it was, but then I recognized that someone was knocking on the door. Just very quietly.

I went to the door and opened it, but there was no one behind. I looked into the hallway to the right and left, but couldn’t see anything. Whoever it had been was gone. I returned to my room.

At first, I didn’t think anything about what had happened and forgot about the event completely, but then knocking repeated. Once again there was no one behind the door. This time I was standing for a while into the doorway, listening if I would be able to hear footsteps somewhere. Nothing, but it wasn’t surprising because this hotel had thick rugs.

After the second time, I was getting a little bit upset. What was wrong with this hotel, disturbing their customers like that?

I was done with my things and turned off the light. It was time for the bedtime.

”Knock, knock, knock…” I once again heard the knocking. This time though there was a nine-year-old girl standing behind the door.

Immediately she seemed a little bit off. This girl was dressed in a white dress and had bare feet. Her hair was shaggy and uncombed. She really looked like a cliche from the horror movies.

“Hi,” I said anxiously.

”Hi, Mr,” she answered. ”Could you please help me?”

”What is it that you want?” I asked.

”Please, there is help needed in the room 417.”

”What happened?”

”I can’t tell you. You have to come and see for yourself.”

I furrowed my brow, ”Is this some game you’re playing?” I figured that it was some trick because of the previous knocking on the door.

”NO!” she got disappointed. ”YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!”

“Please calm down, I’ll call someone who will help. Wait here!”

I closed the door and went to the phone to call the staff. Somehow I felt relieved when she was left behind the door. It was like if some unexplainable force had been lifted off me.

”NO! IT GOT TO BE YOU, YOU!” she screamed behind the door.

When I picked up the receiver, I couldn’t hear any signal. Apparently, the phone was broken.

I sighed and returned to the doorway. It wouldn’t have been nice if I didn’t help a kid. But she was gone. No trace of her.

I decided that I should investigate. At first, I tried to find the room 417 myself, but it was on a different floor judging by the room numbers. It was weird that she had come exactly to me. Wasn’t there anyone else nearer to her?

In the end, I decided to go down and ask the receptionist to check the room 417.

”Hi!”

”Hello, sir!”

”I have a problem. There is this girl who came to me and said that there is help needed in the room 417. Could you please look into this matter?” I asked the receptionist.

She looked into the computer screen, and it seemed that it got her confused.

”But there is no one staying in the room 417,” she said. ”Are you absolutely sure that we should check this room?”

Now I was the one who was confused, but I was absolutely sure that the girl had been talking about the room 417.

”Yes, I’m sure.”

”Okay, I’ll send someone to check if everything is fine. There’s nothing to worry about.”

I felt relieved that I’d heaved this thing off me. Now I could go to sleep. I had work to do tomorrow.

When I returned to my room, I was surprised. The room door was a jar. I kinda remembered that I’d closed it when I left, but I couldn’t be absolutely sure. Cautiously I went inside. Everything seemed as I’d left it. I checked my things and money, but nothing was gone. In the end, I decided that I’d left the door open myself, although I never do stuff like that.

The next morning, I left the hotel and forgot all about this strange event until I got home.

When I got home and unpacked all the things I’d taken with me, I noticed that something was gone. I hadn’t noticed it right away in the hotel, but now I couldn’t find the knife my father had given me as a gift. I always carried it with me.

It’s a little bit strange, I know, but this thing really meant a lot to me as my father had passed away. But that isn’t important in this story. The thing is that the lost knife made me google the hotel I’d been staying at, and what I found really startled me.

In 1957 a woman was cruelly murdered in the room 417. She had 47 stab wounds on her body. Like fucking 47 STAB WOUNDS! This murder was never solved. Of course, this was a strange coincidence, but that wasn’t the thing that made me really worried.

There was a picture on the internet from some old newspaper with the murder weapon. The picture was dim as expected, but I could clearly see my initials inscribed on the bloody blade.

Author: Sebastian Winter

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