Mistic Pets

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Room 312
Written By TheBrokenFox

Neon lights and passing pedestrians flew by in a blur as Lerion made his way to the hotel on the edge of town. It was a late night in October, the weather shifting from warm to cold all week. Tomorrow he would be pitching a new product line to the marketing team of one of the highest end companies around the district. His company really needed this pitch to go through. The budget was tight and getting ever tighter. The full weight of the presentation laid upon his shoulders alone tonight.

“Bamboo Beach Hotel. That’s the place.” Lerion nodded as he looked it up on the directions he had been given that morning. “Finally, a place to rest.”

Lerion gathered his suitcases and the immaculate bags that held his clothes. One short walk later, he was at the registration desk.

An older Lirionox with a sullen face and pale, weathered features greeted him. “Reservation or walk in, sir?” he softly asked.

“Reservation. Lerion, Lerion Rextal.”

The man spelled it out and found the reservation, and after payment, retrieved the key. “The lounge and other facilities are open all night. I only ask that you do not look into or enter room 312. It is closed and not welcome to the public. If you need anything, call the front desk and we will assist you. Have a good night, sir. Thank you for choosing the Bamboo Beach Hotel.”

Ascending the small elevator to room 301, Lerion unlocked the room and got unpacked. After toiletries and a glass of hot tea, Lerion laid down on the firm mattress. He watched some T.V., filled out some preliminary paper work, picked his suit and laid it on the small chair by the meager computer desk. “So much for a nice suite.” He thought grimly to himself. This definitely wasn’t the nicest place Bamboo Beach had to offer.

Not able to sleep through the night, Lerion awoke and remembered what the old man had said. “I only ask that you do not look into or enter room 312. It is closed and not welcome to the public…..”

“I cannot take this!” Lerion huffed into his pillow as he tossed the covers to one end. He glanced out his window to see that the moon was visible through hazy clouds.

Lerion walked the halls of the hotel. As he wandered, he could hear the faint laughter of a young woman, but the place was empty. “It’s only my imagination. It must be raining.” He concluded as he passed the 3rd floor lounge.
“It’s probably nothing.” He whispered to himself, aching to find out why he was unable to look through the peephole.

As he rounded the corner, he noticed the door to 312 had nothing unusual about it. It was the same color, same placement, same golden numbers posted that was on every door. Lerion was a little disappointed, but he glanced about to make sure he was alone and then peered through the keyhole.

What he saw mystified him. The room was lit with small candles, and a young woman was dancing in the dim light. The walls were adorned with pictures too faint to see in the dark. But that woman, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life. Pale blonde hair sailed through the air as her flowing sundress curled about her. She danced with precise steps and magnificent grace, yet her face remained carefree and wondrous. He could not believe such a gorgeous woman had blessed the earth with her presence.

A loud boom, like that of a gun, tore Lerion to his feet. He spun around, yet no one was there. “Hello, is anyone there?” He called to the empty air. No response. Lerion stuck his tail between his legs and walked back to his room where he swiftly fell asleep.

The next day went by in a breeze. The retailer that was interested in Lerion’s product accepted the drafted contract, with a few minor changes, and he was happy to report back to base.

“I will be back on Monday, sir. I have some things I need to take care of this weekend.” Lerion explained to his boss over the phone when he reached the hotel.

“After such an exemplary form of salesmanship, take the week off if you want. Just have your phone on you in case I need you.”

“Yes sir. Thanks. I’ll talk to you on Monday.” And Lerion hung up. Now to take care of things.

“Sir, I would like to stay another night, if that can be arranged.” Lerion said to the man at the hotel reservation and check in desk. It was the same man as before.

“I believe we have room. That will be $90, if you please?” he said.

Lerion paid and made his way back to the room. He slicked back his jet black hair and pressed his suit jacket. He was going to ask that young woman out to dinner tonight.
He walked down the hallway and knocked on the door. He waited. And waited. No reply. He knocked again, and after waiting for a few moments, he decided to brave the key hole. This time he could not see the room, the girl, anything. The only thing he could see was bright red. He waited there all night, staring into the red abyss.

Cranky and tired, Lerion gave up and packed his things to go home. After gathering his belongings, he made his way to the reception desk.
“Why do you ask everyone to not look in on that room, if you mind me asking?” Lerion felt emboldened by his own exhaustion.

It took the man a moment, and his sullen features sank even farther. After he came back to his senses, he replied, “My daughter and I lived in that very room, once upon a time. She killed herself after a young business man, like you, came and broke her heart. Now she haunts it.”

Lerion gulped. The question nagged at him and ate its way through his mouth. “How do you know it’s your daughter?”

“Because she had one red eye.”

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Written By Oboe

Love this Mistican spin on a classic horror story. :)

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