Creepypasta!

Alltså, jag har gått igenom hela den här tråden nu, läst alla historier och kollat på alla bilder. Förstår inte det läskiga, honsetly. Känner inte ens obehag. Känns som att jag läser ett utdrag ur en bok...

A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”

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Smått otrevlig...

When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people.

There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in.

The doctor said, "That was the woman I just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?"

The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, "Something like this?"

Hahaha
Men jag blir aldrig rädd för sånt där. Har ännu inte hittat en skräckfilm som kunnat skrämma mig heller, och då har jag tittat på sånt som andra har tipsat om som "skitläskigt". Tycker det är lite synd, då man ser en skräckis av den anledningen att man vill bli rädd.

Margaret, aha, jag förstår! Men va tråkigt egentligen, det är ju askul att pissa på sig av skräck och ligga sömnlös ett antal veckor efteråt xD

Vill ni se något creepy så får ni ha övernattning hos mig nån gång

Margaret - Har du sett Texas Chainsaw Massacre?

Det enda obehagliga var bilden, fattade inte texten .-.