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 was a day that didn't seem right to me, mother and father had been acting strange to all the guests that came to our hotel. They didn't make any of the guests pay to stay, they let the guests choose where they wanted to stay and they kept going into that room with some guests. Yet, my parents were the only ones that came out of the room.
It was obvious that my parents were killing these people and I should of called the police on them a long time ago but it was impossible. There were no phones that I could use to call the police, my parents didn't trust me with a phone. They didn't even let me out of the hotel and if they did, I would have to go with them.
I walked down the long hallway, as my mother told me she needed me for something. She needed me in the kitchen, which was very rare as she never wanted me to leave my room. The hotel had a weird vibe today, something that I only felt on days I was allowed out of my room.
The rooms were different from before, they didn't have numbers on them but instead the guests names were on them. There were also locks on the outside of the door, which gave me a bad vibe. It seemed obvious that they were planning to kill everyone here but I didn't know why. Unless this town had done something wrong to them, then I had no idea on why they would want to kill everyone.
Soon I had made my way towards the kitchen and I was shocked to see what was on the door. Dried up blood was covering the door, it was splattered as if someone got killed in the middle of the doorway. I slowly opened the door, hoping mother wasn't going to kill me. Luckily she wasn't, for some reason mother was busy cooking up a whole feast for the guests but it wasn't a normal feast. It was raw food, along with rotten vegetables and fruit.
"Mother what are you doing?" I questioned her, before she turned around and looked at me. Giving me a big smile.
My mother was 6 foot tall, had pale skin, black wide eyes, cold pale lips, a huge twisted smile and sharp teeth. She wore a ripped up dress and some broken shoes. My mother had always looked like this, even though I didn't look like her. She had told me that the only reason she looked like this was because someone made her look like this.
I never understood what she meant by that but it made me feel a bit sorry for her.
"I am cooking a lovely meal for our guest." She told me, as she turned back around to the food.
"Raw food?" I asked, while closing the door behind me, "Isn't that bad to eat raw food?"
"For you maybe," Mother said, as she went over to the cupboard, "But if our guests want to be just like me, then they must eat the same food... And look the same."
I just stood there and wondered what she meant, why would someone want to be like someone else?
"So what did you need?" I questioned, trying to avoid the subject.
"Simple," My mother smiled, as she looked at me, "We need to talk about the little game me and your father have planned for our guests. And this time, you get to help you too."
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