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A man was planning to stay a few nights at a hotel. He was at the front desk, where a woman was just handing him his bedroom key.

"Here you are, Sir." She started, handing him the large golden key. "Room thirty-four."

With a slight smile, he replied as he thankfully took it; "Thank you." And with that, he started off.

"Oh, and Sir-"

He turned to see the slightly worried desk girls face.

"Don't look, or knock on room thirty-two."

He nodded, and continued in his way. As he passed room thirty-two, he decided he wouldn't let his curiosity get the best if him; and just went to his own room for the cold night.

The very next morning, he left his hotel bedroom. Once again, he would pass room thirty-two. And once again, curiosity filled him; took over. What could that woman at the desk possibly of meant?

The man could not longer take it. He'd lost patience. So, he bent down, putting his left eye against the large golden keyhole. A chill hit his left brown eye.

He blinked it back. All he could see is what appeared to be a lady in the corner of the room. Completely white; her clothes, skin, all of her. Though, her back was to him, making the man unable to see her face.

Getting a little creeped out, the man continued in with his day. Like any other normal day.

All day, the man couldn't stop thinking about what he'd seen. The next morning when he was passing room thirty-two, he pressed his eye against the keyhole again.

But this time, the man didn't see in any of the room. No lady in the corner, all he saw, was red. He'd guessed they saw him spying on them last night; so they'd covered the keyhole with something red.

The man continued on with his day like any other normal day of his. As he was passing the front desk in the small lobby of the hotel, he heard a lady's voice:

"You looked through the keyhole didn't you?" She sighed.

Scared, the man stayed silent. But he walked over to her. How did she know?

"Well then, I might as well tell you the whole story. A long time ago, a man had murdered his wife in that very room. He died as well; how, was unknown. Their spirits are all white, clothes; skin; everything. Except their eyes. Their eyes are red."

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A/N:

How'd you guys like the story? Creepy enough? Well, I've got more in store. . .

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