Nobody had checked into that room.
Trying to ignore it, he continued reading a magazine behind the desk.
Five minutes later, footsteps echoed from the third floor.
Slow...
Heavy...
One step every few seconds.
He looked at the security monitors.
The hallway outside Room 307 was empty.
Yet the footsteps continued.
The sound stopped only when the clock struck one.
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The next evening, Jack asked the housekeeper about Room 307.
Her smile disappeared.
She quietly crossed herself before speaking.
"My sister worked here years ago."
"What happened?"
"She entered that room."
"And?"
"She never came out."
