13

Its our family’s unlucky number which is probably why we should have gone to a different hotel when we were assigned room 13 on the 13th floor but knowing it was probably a coincidence my family took the keycard and we started towards our room. I see red on the sheets and smell a nasty smell when we enter the room but my parents say it’s part of the hotel experience. I think nothing of it seeing how I always bring my own sheets anyway but things continue to get weirder. I wake up in the middle of the night to screaming but when I try to wake my parents they don’t believe me and tell me to go back to bed. I try to but I can’t fall back asleep, wait what was that. The floors just creeked. I rush to get my flashlight on my phone turned on but when I get it kn nothing out of the ordinary is there. I lay back down turning my phone back off, slowly drifting off into sleep again.

The next morning comes, and everything looks misplaced but when I try to reorganize things, they are practically impossible to move. I open the closet and a giant bag falls out. It’s a black garbage bage and it looks like a body is in it. When the body fell out I’m pretty sure the smell got stronger. I push it back in and insist on leaving but my parents say it’s probably just clothes.