Ever since I was little, my mother had warned me to never go into the '13' on floor 13. My parents owned this hotel called 'Oak Wood Hotel', that had it since they had given birth to me. They never told me why the decided to have a hotel, every time I would ask them why they needed it when they already had a job that gave them enough money. They would just tell me to go to my room and never dare to ask that question agian.
Back then I thought they thought I was being 'offensive' over their dream, so I stopped asking questions. Then one day I ended up coming across room 13 and saw something. A room filled with black bags hanging by a thick rope from the celling, blood covering the walls and notes all over the floor. I couldn't look around for long though, as mother saw me inside the room. She took me out the room, while she was hiding something behind her back. I was just glad she wasn't to mad at me back then but now if she saw me in that room. I know that would be the end for me.
Today...