I don't like hotel rooms. I don't like the idea that anyone might have stayed in here before, slept in that bed, used that bathroom, that toilet. I prefer my own place, but that's impossible due to the fact that my boss has seen fit to send me on a course to 'improve my communication skills'. That's a joke. My communication skills are fine, thank you very much. I just don't like talking to him because it sends my blood pressure sky high. But that's beside the point, I'm here, and I'm staying.
I'm staying because I can't leave the room. And I'm terrified. It's not just that uneasiness of being in a new place, although that was part of it before I saw what I saw. No, now it's the terror of that thing that is standing on the other side of the door, waiting. It's waiting for me, and I don't know why, and I don't want to know why.
I saw it an hour ago when I'd finished in the bathroom, and was ready to go for dinner. I have a habit of peering out of the spyhole in the door before opening it. I do it at home too. I don't want to be surprised. Too bad that today I was surprised. And what I saw... I have no idea what it is, but it's still there.
It was looking back at me. I peered out, not expecting much, and there was an eye looking back in. I started, jumped back, laughed, then looked again. This time it was standing further away, and I could see it's hideous features. Or lack of them. It only has eyes, you see. No nose, or mouth, just gaping, bloody holes, and those eyes that stare.
What is it? Why is it waiting for me? I'll never be able to leave. And the strange thing is, it's dressed just like me...