The Stay

There was only one rule: don’t open the door. "Spooky," I muttered, hoping the hostess didn't hear me. There was nothing "special" about the door in question, but a rule is a rule...right? She smiled and placed her hand on the frame giving it a light tap.

"You can go and do whatever you like here, but this is my only rule." I was curious now and wanted to know why this door was off-limits. Clearing my throat, I asked, "Is it locked?" she slid her hand down the smooth frame, her smile large. "Nope. Just a rule. Don't open." she turned and headed towards another room. "Now, here we are. Room 19, your home for the next two days." another smile as she unlocked the room swinging the door open to give a full view.

"I will be downstairs at the front desk if you need anything. Oh, I do hope to see you for dinner?" she said smiling as she left.

"Weird." What did she mean by 'hope to see you for dinner.' Dinner was included and I was going to eat, but what about that unlocked, forbidden door? What could be in there? Linens? Bodies? What's the harm in looking?

Quietly entering the hall, I carefully made my way to the door. Placing my ear on the cool wood, I hear nothing. I turned the knob and it was indeed unlocked. The door creaked open into darkness. Looking for a light I stepped in further when the door closed behind me.

"Oh shit. Hello!" Why is it so cold in here?

"Hello!" It's so cold.

I heard someone.

"HELP ME!" Where is the door?

"Please help me." I sobbed.

"Oh, another one, I told you." she said cooly.

There was only one rule: don’t open the door.