The Hotel - Animated Scary Story


 

On a cold and dark Friday night a young
couple had just completed their long
journey into the mountains for a weekend
away at an extremely secluded and
exclusive resort hotel. Earlier that day
the man had surprised his girlfriend by
picking her up from work with her bags
already packed. The girl was very
impressed and was excited to stay in what
looked like a beautiful, and luxurious hotel.
When they entered the lobby they were
slightly unsettled that not only was
there no one at the reception to greet
them, there was no one to be seen
anywhere. At first she thought that her
boyfriend had failed to make a booking,
but then she noticed their key just left
on the desk with a tag that read, Davis
room 75. Figuring that the hotel had some
staffing issues they took the key and
made their way up to the room. When they
got to their room they were both a
little surprised at what they saw. The
furnishings of the room were extremely
dated. In fact, it was so old there was no
ensuite bathroom. They would have to use
the communal one which was located all
the way at the other end of the cold
dark hallway. The room also had iron bars
on the inside of the windows. For
security reasons they figured, but it
still certainly seemed a bit off-putting
and did nothing to add to a warm
romantic atmosphere. They decided they
could bear this for one night
and once they managed to see some staff
members they would ask for another room
or just leave. They got settled in and the
woman ventured down the hall and enjoyed
a nice hot shower. "At least the water is
hot and the bathroom is clean" she
thought to herself. It was then she
thought she heard voices.
She turned off the water and listened
intently. What she heard next chilled her
to the bone. It was a man's voice saying
they would come tonight to take the girl.
This sent a shiver through her spine and
she immediately finished her shower in
order to get out of there. She peered out
from behind the door expecting to see
someone, and to her surprise the hallway
was completely empty. She went back to
the room and then told her boyfriend
what she had heard. He told her she was
crazy as he had a look around while
she was showering and there was no one in
the entire hotel. It would appear that
they're completely alone. They went to

bed and were surprised at how comfortable
the bed was. They both drifted off
to sleep quickly, that was until the
woman heard a noise. Someone's trying to
get in she thought. She called out to her
partner, "Dave someone's coming!" she said.
"Don't be ridiculous" he said. It's
probably just the wind.
"Look we're completely safe. The door is
locked and bolted and the windows have
bars right? No one can get in here." This
made her feel mildly better however she
still couldn't fully get settled.
Especially since what she had heard
earlier had crawled back into her mind.
Suddenly she heard a noise again and she
looked over the end of the bed at the
fireplace. "The fireplace!" she thought.
"They're going to come down the chimney!"
She got out of bed and looked up the
chimney. "Dave wake up!" she said. "The
chimneys not secure! they might come down
here!" Dave had woken up. In fact he'd been
awake the entire time waiting to open
the door.
He let in two men in dark robes. They
entered the room and stared directly at the
girl. The girl knew they had come for her.
She tried to scream but couldn't. "What
the hell is going on?" she thought. "Dave
what have you done? why?" It appeared that

he didn't care at all. Dave did nothing
as the two cloaked figures moved closer
and closer to his girl. They grabbed the
girl and dragged her down the hall on
into the darkness. As it turns out, a week

earlier Dave had incurred some massive
losses at a mafia run blackjack game. He
had no way to pay his debts so he
offered up his girlfriend.
They accepted and then they set up the
stay at the hotel to make it happen. Dave
left the hotel relieved that his debt
was clear without a hint of guilt for
what he just did.



The Hotel

"The Hotel"

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