The night settled, dark and gloomy as I stepped back into my hotel room. Room 13. The stairs creaked as I walked up slowly to escape the misery outside as I closed the tall, tattered door and locked it carefully. The room is very old fashioned and most of the things look like they go far back. I made my way over to the tartan red bed with wooden bed frames and snuggle under the duvet. A weird sound creeped behind the door along with heavy bangs on the doors. I stepped up, with sweat beads forming with hands shaking and opened the door. No one was there. Suddenly, a familiar figure tapped me on the shoulder but when I glanced back nothing was there. I’m sure I felt something, didn’t I?