Scary Title

The couple had been travelling the whole day. One dust road had been exchanged for another. Soon they would be arriving at the hostel at which they were to spend the night. They rolled in on the driveway. All the windows were covered in darkness. Unaware of the eyes watching them from behind the windows, they approached the front door. On the doorbell there was a stain of something darkened. They rang it, and the door slowly slid open, its hinges creaking.
“Hello”, yelled Sally. “Is anybody there?”
There came no answer.
“I guess they have gone to sleep” said Danny. “We will just have to find the way to our rooms on our own. I guess that this is the key to our room.” He grabbed the key lying on the desk.
“Room 669” he said. The keys rattled as he lifted them from the desk. A strange feeling surged through his body. Suddenly he felt a sudden urge to do something, which he has suppressed a long time. He felt this long-suppressed feeling finally surfacing, and he was relieved.

They reached their room, and as with the front door, the door to room 669 slid open. The room was small, badly lit and with a peculiar smell hanging around the place. “I really need a shower” said Danny. The bathroom was an old one, with clinical tiles on the walls. The place looked like an old surgery room. Danny went to the mirror, to splash some water in his face. He did, and looked up into the mirror. He could not see himself clearly, but he could sense something different about his face. There was a strange whispering.

In the meantime, Sally was resting on the bed. She heard a piece of glass splintering. “Danny, are you alright?” she asked. Danny walked in with a blood-red piece of paper on his forehead. “I cut myself shaving” he said. At the same time, he looked at her in a creepy way. She got the chills all the way down her spine. He removed the paper and along with it, the broken piece of glass protruding from his forehead. He walked slowly towards her with menace in his eyes. He lifted his arm ready to strike. Blood was filling up the room, along with the pieces of human body parts and entrails.

Dawn came; a strange looking man put his finger to the doorbell, leaving a fresh, red fingerprint on it. On his way out, he passed a new car headed for the hostel…

Andreas & Anders