The Hotel Room

Based on a gothic horror story called "The Red Room". Enjoy!

"Miss Harre?" called out the receptionist. When my name was called I stood up, picking up my suitcase and walked over. Once I approached she checked the hotel bookings. "R-room 13? That's.. An interesting choice." she mumbled. "Why is that?" I asked. She shrugged it off and didn't answer my question. "No worries, let me get the bell boy to take your luggage." Then she rang the bell, with a young big stumbling over. The receptionist told him my name and room, although when my room number was said he turned pale and gulped. What on heavens was wrong? I pondered. Reluctant, the bell boy guided me to my room.
Inside the room was decorated with, I suppose what could be said, tasteful decor. The furnishings were all very old and of dark mahogany. The curtains, bed sheets and other fabrics were all a deep red. In a way, the room was red and black. I'm much more of a blue person. Closing the door, the bell boy whispered. "Good luck." Before I enquired his words he shut the door.
Swiftly I put my luggage away in their correct places. Clothing in the wardrobe, etc. Everything seemed rather peaceful. The only sounds were the birds quietly singing outside my window. Which was purely wonderful. Everything seemed fine, until the door handle began to shake violently. Shaken I got up. I looked out the curtain. It wasn't the wind. The door handle was perfectly fine earlier when I used it and the band didn't start until 6pm so there was no vibrations. Someone was trying to get into my room. "Who is it?" I enquired. But there was no reply. Instead whatever was trying to enter began to slam into the door. Repetitively. The only sound it making being the grunts after the slams.
Silently, I slowly rose from the arm chair. Then carefully crept along the wooden floor board. Occasionally it creaked, but it didn't seem to bother whoever was trying to get in. Whatever was trying to get in. Slowly I reached floor the door handle. Although I didn't turn it immediately. I hesitated. Half of me wanted to see what was behind the door. The curious side. But the other side of me wanted to run and hide. The frightened side. However if I hid my curiosity would never be satisfied, and whatever was desperate to get in would get in eventually. So I opened it.
A young cleaner fell onto the floor in front me. I blinked. All that fear for nothing. I sighed with relief. "What on Earth? Did you lock your door or something?" the cleaner snapped. While he dusted himself I shook my head in reply. Then he looked at me. "Room 13? Meh. It was probably the ghost then." he exclaimed as he got his gear an began to oil the handle. "Ghost?" I enquired. He nodded. "Yeah. Used to be a manor and this was the Master's chamber. He was killed by his son and has suppose to be trapping anyone he can for revenge. Don't believe it though." After his story I gulped. Obviously that was what the staff had been talking about.
After quickly going over the furniture the cleaner left. Suddenly tired I slipped into my night grown and lied in my bed for a peaceful nights sleep.
Or at least that's what I hoped.