ROOM NO.703 PART 3

ROOM NO. 703 – A REAL HORROR STORY

PART 3

The next morning, S told D and R about what had happened during the night.

“I felt like someone was holding my feet,” S said. “The hands were very soft… but the nails were unusually long.”

R looked at his father silently.

Then D said something that made the room completely quiet.

“I also felt someone near me.”

S immediately asked, “What do you mean?”

D replied, “I don’t know. I was half asleep, but I felt like someone was standing beside our bed. I could feel the presence, but when I opened my eyes, nobody was there.”

R suddenly said,

“Now you both believe me?”

Nobody answered.

For a few seconds, there was complete silence.

Then S asked R,

“What happened to you?”

R hesitated.

Then he said,

“I saw someone.”

S looked at him.

“Someone?”

R nodded.

“Yes. A woman.”

D immediately asked, “Where?”

R pointed toward the balcony.

“Outside… in the balcony.”

S looked confused.

“But the balcony door was closed.”

“I know,” R replied. “That’s what scared me.”

He continued,

“I woke up sometime during the night. I don’t know exactly what time it was. I looked toward the balcony and saw a woman standing there.”

D asked nervously,

“What was she doing?”

“Nothing.”

“She was just standing there… looking outside.”

R paused.

“Her back was towards me. I couldn’t see her face.”

S asked, “Then what happened?”

R’s voice became quieter.

“I closed my eyes for a few seconds because I thought I was dreaming.”

“When I opened them again…”

“The woman was gone.”

Nobody spoke.

Then R said something that made both S and D look at each other.

“But there is something I don’t understand.”

“What?” S asked.

R pointed toward the bed.

“You both were sleeping beside me at that time.”

S looked confused.

“Yes. We were asleep.”

R shook his head.

“No, Dad. I mean…”

He looked toward the balcony.

“The balcony door was locked from inside.”

The room suddenly became silent.

Then—

KNOCK… KNOCK… KNOCK.

Someone knocked on the hotel room door.

Someone knocked on the hotel room door.

Everyone froze.

S looked at the clock.

8:03 AM.

He slowly walked toward the door.

Before opening it, he asked,

“Who is it?”

There was no answer.

S looked through the peephole.

Nobody was there.

He opened the door.

The corridor was completely empty.

But something was lying on the floor.

A small piece of paper.

S picked it up.

There was only one thing written on it:

“DON’T STAY IN 703 AFTER 4:30 PM.”

S’s face changed.

D asked,

“What happened?”

S didn’t answer.

He simply handed the paper to her.

R read it.

Then he looked at the clock.

8:04 AM.

R whispered,

“Dad…”

S looked at him.

“Maybe we should leave.”

But before they could pack their bags, they heard a sound coming from inside the room.

THUD.

Everyone turned around.

The sound had come from the bathroom.

S slowly walked toward it.

He opened the bathroom door.

Nothing.

Everything looked normal.

Then R noticed something.

The bathroom mirror was covered with steam.

But nobody had used the shower.

And slowly…

letters began appearing on the mirror.

“YOU CAME BACK.”

R stepped backward.

D screamed.

S stared at the mirror.

Because none of them had ever been to Room 703 before.

So there was only one question left—

Who was the mirror talking to?

TO BE CONTINUED…

What happened in Room 703 before this family arrived?

And who wrote “YOU CAME BACK”?

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ROOM NO. 703