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Thursday, May 15, 2008


Dear Bloggie,

Ok I just heard the freakiest story in Chem class. Like, if it happened to me I would be sooo freaked!! Ok, here it is:


This guy was traveling and it was getting dark out. So when he passed this old ‘Ma and Pa’ hotel he went in.
“Hey, I'm just passing by for the night, so do you guys have a room? One that’s not too much money?”
“Sure,” the old guy said, “its on the third floor.” He handed they guy the key. The guy turned to leave when the old man spoke up again “There’s only one other room up there. But its locked, so don’t try to go in it, got it?”

The guy nodded and headed up the stairs. Not really caring about the room, but by the time he got up to the third floor curiosity had gotten the best of him. He wanted to know what was in the room, so he stopped and tried the door knob. Just like the old man had said, it was locked. So (being that it was an old hotel and still had keyholes) he looked through the keyhole.
The room was completely covered in dust, like nobody had cleaned it in years. And in the corner was a paper white girl facing the wall.
What a creepy manikin, he thought and continued on to his room.
The next morning, on his way down, he decided to look through the keyhole again. Only this time when he looked it was completely red. It was so red that he couldn’t see anything but the color.

The guy goes down stairs and hands the guy the key, “Hey, what’s up with the room on the third floor,” he asks.
“Oh,” says the old man, “We can't get nobody to clean it. See a few years ago this couple stayed there, but they got in a fight and the guy ended up killing his wife. I’ll never forget her, a true albino she was. Pure white skin with the reddest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

With love♥,
Duzzie.

15:26
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