My Night in Room 303

I’d heard a lot of stories about The Omni Parker House in Boston. All of them claiming it to be haunted. Now don’t get me wrong, I believed ghosts were possible. But I didn’t believe in all those TV shows. But I was finally going to get to do my own investigation. I stood outside looking up at the looming building. People were glancing at me awkwardly as they passed me on the street. Probably because of what I was wearing. A black tank top, black cargo pants, a fedora, black high tops, and my blue John Lennon-style glasses. Or it could’ve been my weight. I was on the heavier side but I still thought I was beautiful.

From behind me I heard someone speaking in an English accent. I turned around to see one of the guides giving a ghost tour. It was the guide that I had taken the history tour with a few years back. We still kept in touch. He saw me and I gave him a quick wave. He returned it then continued on. I looked up once more at the building, adjusted my bag over my shoulder, and headed inside. Pulling the letter out of my back pocket. I walked up to the hotel desk.

“Can I have the key to Room 303?” The man behind the desk gave me a confused look.

“I’m sorry,” he paused to take a look at me.

“…miss. But that room is not open to the public. As you may know only one person allowed in that room; Stephen King.”

“Oh I know. And I have permission from him right here.” I showed him the letter. I had written to King asking him permission for the room and him, being the not only brilliant author but AWESOME dude he was, had hand-written me a letter granting permission. And not only did he grant me permission, he promised to pay for a night in the hotel.

The guy behind the desk read over the letter and reluctantly reached down for the key. He handed it to me.

“Here you go. Now, because the room is so unoccupied we haven’t cleaned it in a while. It’ll take about an hour to clean up so you may enjoy the sights of Boston or enjoy the hotel bar.”

“Thank you very much.” I took the key and headed into the bar. It was sometime around 9 and I needed some kind of pick-me up. I ordered rum on the rocks and sat there sipping my drink. Suddenly, I heard a deep voice behind me.

“Well hello there. And what brings a beautiful demoness like you to this hotel tonight?”  I took in a deep breath, took another sip and turned to face this man. I was taken aback by him. He was stunning.

His eyes were red like crimson blood. His hair was jet back and slightly spiked. I couldn’t tell exactly how tall he was but he looked about 6’2″, 6 inches taller than me. His lips were in a perfect Cupid’s bow shape. His muscles were well toned. Not huge but nice. After staring at him another minute, I finally found myself.

“Interesting. I’ve been called a number of things but never a demoness. But if you must know I’m checking out the strange occurrences in the hotel.” A smile tugged at his lips and there was an evil glint in his eyes. He moved his hand to my thigh.

“Well how about we create our own occurrence.” I could feel myself getting wet but I remembered why I was really here.

“Back off.