Room 16(Short story)

As I walk down the corridor on the third floor, I hear a voice. It sounded a lot like it was saying my name but then I could be imagining it. It is midnight after all and my hearing might be messing with me. I continue walking thinking I was just hearing things but then I hear it again.

This time I walk in the direction of the voice. I take 2 lefts and a right until I end up at room 16. This is the only room in the whole hotel that everybody avoids. Everyone says it’s haunted. 

20 years ago a young girl died in this very room. No one knows how she died. Her corpse was found one morning and not even doctors could say what happened. Their best guess was that she was poisoned but they couldn’t say for sure.  Since then rumours have been going around that her ghost lives in there waiting to seek revenge.

Pull yourself together Mike. Unless I want to lose my job as a hotel night guard, I have to go and investigate. I have to. 

I slowly turn the door handle and slowly push open the door. As I do the door creaks very loudly. I force my feet to move as I walk inside.

The room had so little light that I had to turn my torch on to see and even that didn’t help as the only window was covered by multiple layers of thick curtain. “Mike.” Says the voice. I only just about heard it as the whisper was barely audible. 

I scan the room as quickly as I can ignoring the fact that the voice gets louder every second. 

When I was satisfied as I didn’t find anything suspicious or out of the ordinary, I turned to leave when a cold hand touched my right shoulder. I jump and I turn around despite the fact that my instincts told me not to. 

There standing before me was a young girl. A ghost. Blood stained her mouth and she was holding a knife covered in blood. Her hair had several strands out of place and her skin looked white, pale but somehow inhuman all at the same time. She tilts her head taking one long look at me but then she just goes right through me. 

I turn and she goes out the door. For a moment I just stood there not sure what to do but then my feet moved without me telling them to and I somehow found myself following her. She went up multiple staircases, through 3 corridors and took 2 rights until she stopped at a black door with even darker black wooden ivy covering it. There were some cobwebs at the edges with spiders hanging from them. The spiders looked too black to be real. 

“Are you ready?” She says. 

“Ready for what?”

Her lips form into a wicked smile.