Room 312

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(From a different story)

ROOM NO. 312

It was just like any other day. David and Richard, two best friends, sat at their favorite restaurant.

Suddenly, Richard leaned forward and said-.

Richard: "David, I think we should go on a trip.".

David: "Yeah man! I've been craving to travel.".

Richard: "Where should we go? And don't worry about money, dude. I got it.".

David: "Bro… how about Windermere? I heard about this place called Grimwick House. People say it's kinda haunted.".

Richard (grinning): "Well… we'll see how haunted it really is.".

David: "What time?".

Richard: "Tomorrow, 4:00 PM.".

David: "Deal.".

The Next Day - 4:00 PM

Richard: "Brought my car - no ticket problems.".

David: "Lifesaver! I was worried we'd have to book plane tickets.".

Richard: "Nah bro, we're in Manchester. Windermere's just a drive away.".

David: "You right! Let's roll.".

They hit the road. Clouds grew heavier. The roads became quieter. And by 6:00 PM, they arrived.

Richard: "Yo, I guess we're here.".

David: "We sure are.".

Richard (looking around): "But bro, it's only 6 PM. Why does it feel so quiet?".

They walked into the hotel. Old. Dusty. Silent..

Behind the desk stood a pale man in a suit. Eyes empty. Smile stiff.

Receptionist: "Hello, boys. Here's your room key.".

David looked at it.

David: "Wait… this says Room 312. But I booked Room 214 online.".

Richard (confused): "Weird.".

They turned to ask - but the receptionist was gone. No sound. No door creak. No footsteps. Just… gone.

Locals say:.

"No matter what you book - everyone ends up in Room 312.".

Richard: "I don't feel good about this. When I told my dad we were coming here, he said: 'Don't. You won't come back.' I told him we cancelled.".

David: "It's a stupid rumour, bro. Ghosts don't exist. They're just weirdos in makeup.".

But Richard's gut said otherwise.

In Their Room

David: "The place looks fancy… but yo, the quality is trash. What's this red stain on the sofa? Wine?".

Richard: "I knew this was bad news. We're leaving tomorrow.".

David: "It's just a cheap hotel, man. Don't overthink it.".

Richard (quietly): "Still… I'm scared.".

David: "Coward.".

But deep inside, Richard knew something was wrong.

3:00 AM

David: "Yo, did you know there's a connected room?".

Richard (half asleep): "That's what my dad warned me about.".

David: "Millennials, man.".

Richard: "Please don't go in there.".

David: "Bro, it's got a TV. I'm checking it out.".

Richard: "You go. I'll stay.".

David: "Stay scared then, coward!".

Just as he entered, a shadow moved across the wall.

"Bro, did you see that?".

Richard: "No. I'm sleeping.".

David: "Whatever. Night, bro.".

Richard closed his eyes.

But David? He couldn't resist. He walked into the room.

Inside the Room

Dark. Cold. Dusty. The TV was already on - playing one channel.

A horror movie.

David: "Weird... only one channel? But this is sick!".

Suddenly, the movie glitched. And David saw it - A man. Hanging from the ceiling fan.

David: "Nope. I'm out!".

He ran to the door. Locked.

Then… a voice.

???: "This is your final day.".

A woman stepped from the shadows - pale skin, hair covering her face, and a rope in her hand.

She grinned. And laughed. A laugh that echoed with madness.

David (screaming): "Please spare me!".

The Next Morning

Richard (waking up): "David? Bro?".

No response.

He crept toward the side room….

And saw him. David. Hanging. From the fan.

His eyes... wide open. His mouth... frozen in fear.

Richard couldn't breathe. Couldn't speak.

Tears fell. He packed his bag in silence and ran from the hotel.

The Truth of Room 312

Locals say,.

"About 20 years ago, a couple checked in - Dave and Maya. Dave found an old book in the hotel about ghost rituals. Maya saw it… and something snapped in her. She pretended to be possessed - and hanged Dave from the fan in Room 312.".

They say she was sentenced to death..

But the truth?.

She wasn't. She took her own life… in that same room. Her spirit never left? The receptionist? Just a spirit. The guests? Always given Room 312. Whether they booked it or not..

And that room? Still waits for its next guest.

THE END.