The Hotel I'm Staying in has Provided a Specific List of Rules (Part 2)

Part 1
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I still can?t really wrap my head around what the hell happened last night in that goddamn hotel, but I?ll try to recount my experiences up until now in the order in which they happened. I didn?t want to write everything down and relive it again, but I feel like I owe it to everyone to recount my story. Even if only stops just one person from booking a night at the Gateway Hotel, that?ll be enough for my conscious.
I edited my last post about an hour after I first posted while frozen in bed, hiding under the cheap hotel comforter at 1:12 am. I had heard a tapping on my window. I really hadn?t wanted to get up to look, but I wanted to prove to myself that it was s tree or some **** like that. I stood up from the bed and crept to the curtained window in the dark. I avoided even looking towards the painting on the wall, not wanting to see the woman again. I knew she was still there and staring in my direction. I could feel her eyes follow me as I made my way across the room to the window..
The almost rhythmic tapping continued as my fingers wrapped around the edge of the curtains and pulled back quickly, not even giving myself time to hesitate. Damn, I really wish that I had hesitated. I never expected that I would see the grotesque face of a man staring back at me. The man?s face almost looked like it was rotting off as he- no... it grinned at me, revealing yellow and brown teeth. It?s sunken eyes met mine as I stared at the thing clinging to my window and tapping on it with a disgustingly long fingernail attached to a twisted and wrinkled hand.
I had really convinced myself that it was going to be a ****ing tree tapping on the window. Not some ****ing zombie guy who had somehow made it up to my window on the fourth floor.
I hate to admit it, but I screamed and fell back, landing on the floor. Who wouldn?t? There was no balcony outside and nowhere for this guy to stand to reach my window unless he was ****ing Spiderman. I lunged for the phone and quickly dialed the number for the front desk that was scrawled on a piece of masking tape stuck to the phone.
?Hello this is the Gateway Hotel?s front desk, how may I help you??
?Hello, yeah, there?s some guy outside my window tapping on the glass. I?m even on the fourth floor, how-?
?Please refer to the list of rules that the hotel has provided you with. If you read the eighth rule, you will see that you should have kept your windows covered.?
?Yeah, but I?m on the fourth floor!?
?That?s never stopped them from peeking in. Please ignore any tapping that may follow. Now that you?ve acknowledged them, they will continue tapping all night. Remember to follow the rest of the rules carefully. Have a good night ma?am.?
The phone line went dead. I slammed down the phone back into the receiver, cursing.
I walked over to where the balled up rules lay on the floor and picked them up. I smoothed the paper and reread it, over and over and over. I put my head in my hands as I sat in the room that had looked so ordinary, just an hour ago. I eventually put the rules on my nightstand and laid down on the bed. I looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand. 1:46 am. I jumped and hid under the covers as the tapping on the window started up again.
I had tried to sleep, but it proved impossible. The tapping on the window and my growing feeling of fear kept me up for hours. That is, until the alarm on my phone went off at 4 am, causing me to almost scream.
I got ready for my meeting quickly, anxious to leave the hotel. I checked the rules again, making sure that I could leave the room. The clock read 4:13 am. I signed in relief when I saw that I could leave. Suddenly, the phone rang, and I whipped around to see that the clock now read 4:14 am. I left pretty quickly after that.
I looked at my window from outside the hotel when I walked out. The zombie guy was gone. There were also no trees nearby.
Even after (the rather successful) meeting ended, I tried to stay out of the hotel for as long as possible. I even called my boss to ask if I could transfer hotels, but he just bitched at me about the high cancellation fee and how the Gateway Hotel was the cheapest in the state. Gee, I ****ing wonder why. I knew I couldn?t afford the cancellation fee and the fee for a new hotel room for the night. So basically, I was stuck in the Hell hotel until my flight left at noon tomorrow.
I returned to the hotel at about 10 pm that night. I didn?t want to risk going back any later. On my way through the empty lobby to the elevator, I asked the front desk about maybe transferring rooms, but they just informed me that all of the rooms were booked. As I walked into the elevator, I suddenly realized that I hadn?t seen anyone else in the hotel besides the front desk staff. If they were totally booked, shouldn?t I have seen someone by now? Or at least heard them?
On my way up to my room, I saw the elevator button for B2. Not surprisingly, I didn?t feel any urge to push it.
There was so much tension in the air as I walked down the silent, dimly lit hallway to my room. I reached the door and unlocked it with my key. I walked in and turned before I closed the door. My room was right across from 414. The door was closed, and it just looked so ordinary. Something about it though, maybe it was just the fact that it was on the list of rules, made me incredibly uneasy. I could?ve sworn that I saw a flash of red pass my door as I closed it.
So here I am. Stuck in the Gateway Hotel for another night. Stuck in the room across the hall from the supposed nightmare room. Stuck in the room where some zombie guy was tapping on my window. Stuck in the room with a demon painting. I reread the rules again. As long as I follow them, I should be fine, right? I made sure that my curtains were closed, I double checked that I didn?t leave food out, I didn?t push the B2 button in the elevator, and I didn?t answer the phone at 4:14 am. I just have to make it to noon tomorrow.
Something just knocked on my door. It?s 1:54 am. I?m not supposed to look out of my peephole between 1 and 4. But they?re still knocking. The rules didn?t say anything about that.
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I'll update again when I'm finally out of here.


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