Twisted Tales of Terror

12. Hotel 808

It was a dreary night when Emma checked into Hotel 808. The lobby was dimly lit, the walls adorned with old paintings and antique furniture. Emma couldn't help but feel uneasy as she approached the front desk, where a man with a grim expression checked her in.

"Here's your key," the man said, sliding a key across the counter. "Room 413, on the fourth floor. Elevator's down the hall to your left."

Emma thanked him and made her way to the elevator. As she waited, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about this hotel. It was too quiet, too still. She had half a mind to turn around and leave, but she had already paid for her stay.

The elevator arrived, and Emma stepped inside. The doors closed with a creak, and the elevator jerked into motion. Emma's stomach dropped as the elevator ascended higher and higher, until it finally came to a stop on the fourth floor.

She stepped out into the hallway, which was just as dimly lit as the lobby. As she made her way to Room 413, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. She tried to ignore it, telling herself that it was just her imagination running wild.

Finally, she reached her room and slid the key into the lock. The door creaked open, revealing a small, cramped room with peeling wallpaper and a musty smell. Emma sighed and stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

She had just kicked off her shoes when she heard a strange noise coming from the bathroom. It was a soft, scratching sound, like something was trying to claw its way through the tile.

Emma hesitated for a moment, then cautiously made her way to the bathroom. She pushed the door open, revealing a small, cramped space with a dingy shower stall and a stained sink.

That's when she saw it - a long, black hair sticking out from the shower drain. Emma recoiled in horror, her mind racing with thoughts of what could be lurking in the drain.

She tried to pull the hair out, but it wouldn't budge. In frustration, she turned on the faucet, hoping that the water pressure would dislodge it.

But instead of water, something else came out of the faucet. It was thick and black, like crude oil, and it oozed out of the spout in a slow, steady stream.

Emma recoiled in horror, backing away from the sink as the black sludge continued to pour out. She ran to the door, but it wouldn't budge - it was as if someone had locked it from the other side.

Panic set in as Emma realized that she was trapped. She turned to face the sink, but the black sludge had now covered the entire bathroom floor, inching its way towards her feet.

She tried to scream, but no sound came out. The sludge was now up to her knees, and she could feel it pulling her down, down, into the dark abyss.

The last thing Emma saw before everything went black was a figure standing outside the bathroom door, its eyes glowing in the darkness.

When Emma woke up, she was lying in a hospital bed with a bandage wrapped around her head. She had no memory of what had happened after she blacked out in the hotel room.

But she knew one thing for sure - she would never set foot in Hotel 808 again.