Room 313

I went to for a trip with my friends. I was allotted Room 313. I was very tired and wanted to get inside my room and rest. I was about to pull out my keys and unlock the door, but I noticed it’s open. I stood in the doorway trying to figure it out. I just peeped inside. Then it hit me. This isn’t my room. As I turn to leave, something catches my eyes. There was a man hunched over a dish of flesh, eating it with his bare hands, tearing into it as a wild animal would with his prey. I felt very disgusted and was about to run when I noticed another thing. Something colored red was dripping down the side of his mouth, and the smell that came from it was sickening. I was paralyzed by that site. Unconsciously, I start to cover my nose and mouth. When I was doing so, I heard a voice, that man was laughing and enjoying his meal. He said, “Hmm! So yummy! What delicious flesh!”.

Immediately after that when I was about to go, I accidentally hit my elbow against the doorway. I froze. He stopped eating. He knew there was something wrong. Then he looked up and started searching for the source of the noise. His eyes scanned the room until he found me. My legs started shaking on their own and I found myself running faster than an athlete from that room, and the horrors within it. The man silently stands up, locks the door, sits back down, grabs another slice of pizza and quickly mutters to himself “I guess I should change the channel this Harry Potter movie makes me feel dizzy especially when I am eating!” I went on running. I quickly reached my room and opened the door and shut it again. I narrated everything to my friends, they were also scared. The next morning, we got to know the truth, and guess from whom… the Manager of the hotel. We complained about that man staying in that room. That time we felt like idiotic people. My friends were very angry with me. After all that conversation in the morning, when they all were eating their lunch, I was not able to because my hands had a plaster.