Mark’s Room

Date: 2/22/2019

My family and I were walking down a long, dark hotel hallway. It was me, my little sister and my two parents. At the end of the dark corridor was a smaller space, it had a boiler in the top right corner and had three rooms coming off of it. Two rooms to the left and one to the right. The first room to the left had bloody writing on the front saying “Mark’s Room” however it was the room assigned to us. Beside it was a room which once again had bloody writing, this time reading “Mark’s Utilities.” My family began unlocking our room and I decided to check the utility room. It was designed like a shed, it had bloody tools hanging from the walls with one light dangling from the ceiling. In the middle of the room was a toilet, behind it was a bathtub. This was our bathroom. My parents finally unlocked our room door and we all entered. There was one large bed for both my parents and two smaller beds for my sister and I. My beds had bloody writing on them, my parents bed reading “Mark’s Bed” the two smaller beds reading “Mark’s Victims.” We were all obviously spooked. I quickly pulled out my phone and searched about the hotel onto YouTube, I clicked on a video about the hotel...it started with a warning to the viewers about disturbing themes. Before the video could properly start my dad told me to turn off the phone as we were all going to sleep, as we arrived at the hotel late. My parents made sure the front door was locked, numerous times as we had an odd first experience. We were all trying to sleep and I was internally horrified. After a few moments I heard the hotels front door slowly creak open. I quickly open my eyes to see no one but for some reason the roomed had altered in appearance. I don’t think too much about the room and I close my eyes again, trying to get to sleep. I then begin to hear breathing from the doorway as footsteps slowly approach the beds. (In real life my dad keeps a metal baseball bat beside his bed and apparently it was in the hotel room) I heard my dad pick up a bat and quickly climb out of bed, I decide to open my eyes to take a look at what’s happening. Only I open my eyes in real life, wakening from the dream...however, my sister and mum were outside my room walking about and my mind hadn’t fully processed that I was awake. I thought their footsteps were Mark’s as the room kept altering in my dream I just thought this was just the next stage. I was horrified. Then I heard my sister chuckling outside my room, quickly putting me to ease