Jackson was staying at a local hotel where there had been rumors that one of the rooms were haunted.

He walked into the lobby, a few other people were in the room, a couple sitting on a velvet chair, and two men sitting on bar stools. Jackson went up to the receptionist, "hi, im Jackson Oliver, I reserved a room here over the phone last night." The woman nods "ah, yes, Jackson," she pulls out a room key, and a piece of paper "here is your key, and here is our policy. Please take the time out to read it. Also, there is a heavily locked room just opposite yours. Although you may be intrigued, do not ever go into that room." Jackson was getting a little scared "why?" He asked. "This is the story. There was a young widower by the name of Lucas Harvey. He came to stay here one lonely and deserted night in 1988, the year after we opened. He walked in, he was extremely intoxicated, the staff tried to get him out, but he demanded a room, and threw his cash on the desk. The receptionist at the time was a little scared, so she handed him the key to room 323. He went up to his room, and he never came out. It had been a year, and an awful smell started to come from the room beside it. Nobody stayed on level 3 anymore. The manager had had enough, and went up to investigate room 324. He took his walkie-talkie and kicked the door down, his transmission said "Walden to front desk, do you copy? Over." The receptionist replied "loud and clear, what have you found? Over." Walden replied "a woman. Late 40's severed head, name Katherine Gordon. Writing on the walls in her blood. 'My wife headed out the door, so I took another head.' Over." The room was cleaned, but, Harvey was never found. He has supposedly been seen inside room 323 through the keyhole." Jackson was extremely frightened. "Okay, I won't go in there. But, could I have another room?" The woman shook her head "the only other room available is 324, but... y'know, someone died in there..." she trailed off. "Okay, thanks" Jackson went up to his room and unlocked the door. The bed was nicely made, and there was complimentary chocolates on the pillow. He smiled. A ear-bursting, shrill, high-pitched scream echoed through the building. Jackson closed his door, but the screaming got louder. It sounded like it was behind him. He turned around and saw a 40 year old woman and a short man, the man had a silent chainsaw in his hand, and was slicing the woman's throat. In a matter of seconds the woman's head fell to the ground with a satisfying thump, and the man jumped out the window, smiling. Jackson ran out of his room and looked back, seeing that the room he was in was room 324. The receptionist had given him the wrong key.
The end.

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