The Haunted Room

In the hotel of the damned there is. . .

"I'm sorry, sir." the owner says. "There are no rooms."

"Liar." the whisper slithers thru the air between them. "You have one room available."

"You. . . you don't understand sir. You don't want that room. . . nobody does."

Cold, peculiar eyes pierce the owner's heart. A chill creeps up his spine.

"One room, please." the stranger says.

The owner mops his suddenly sweating brow with a hankie and leans over the counter. "Sir um, that room is um. . ." he glances around. "haunted!"

"I know." and long after the stranger disappears his words linger on.