He took the bag of coins and dragged it out of the church. Once he was out he picked it up and lifted it over his shoulder. It was a heavy bag so it took a try or two. He lugged it around the city until he found a bar that doubled as an apartment. He went inside, it was loud and filled with people who danced and enjoyed what life they had. He walked to the waitress serving at the bar. "Hello sir, what could I get you tonight?" She spun around to the drinks that were plastered on the wall. "I'll just take a room."
Everybody seemed to stop. The bar went completely silent. The waitress slowly turned her head, he noticed she seemed to be sweating from the mention of a room. "Are you sure? Do you want to change your mind and come back later?" She whispered to him in an angry tone. "Yes, I'm sure. I want a room now please." She sighed and took a key off the wall that was next to the drinks.
"You're in room number 3." She said gloomily. He took the key, placed some coins on the bar and went upstairs to find his room. Once fully up the stairs he heard everything go back to normal. All the cheer and dancing continued as if nothing had happened. He walked down the long hallway that housed the doors of the rooms. All of the doors were backward. Going from 50 down to 1.
It was an odd way of organizing the rooms. Maybe it was an accident. But nonetheless, he started walking down to his room. He passed each and every room, hearing various sounds from each. Some made him want to never hear again.
He eventually made it to his room. He opened the door using the key and entered. It was like any other room. Small and cramped. He went and sat on the bed. It was old and he could tell the springs were rusted down. It looked like no one had taken care of the room in a while. There were cobwebs everywhere, and some kind of liquid coming out of the roof.
But most of that was the least of his "worries." What he was worried about was why everyone seemed so scared of him getting a room. Sure all the other rooms seemed full already, but why were rooms 1 and 2 already full? Shouldn't they have filled this room before them? It was also weird they didn't tell him what they were scared of.
But a knock at the door stopped his thoughts. He walked over to the door and opened it without thought. He saw a slim old man, he looked almost dead. "H-hello, young man I wanted to ask if you want to switch rooms." He was puzzled. "What do you mean?" The old man also looked puzzled. "Did they not tell you? W-well, I guess I can. Basically this room, they say, is cursed." The old man started to get warry, like he said something he wasn't supposed to.
"Well we don't have to switch rooms. How about you go back to your room? I'll be fine." He gave a warm and calming smile. "O-ok, I'll go back, you be careful though. People have died in that room." The old man said, leaving him in erie silence. If it truly was a curse, why even have the room open? That was a new question that came to mind. Questions, questions, questions. And absolutely no answers for those questions. That's all he was getting. He wanted answers, and if no one was going to tell him, he was going to find out on his own.
So he closed his door and sat back on his bed. It was the afternoon now but that gave him time to figure some things out. He got back up and took off his coat, leaving it on the bed. He got on the floor and started to look around for anything that could give him a clue. He saw a hole in the corner of the room and got closer to it. He saw two red beating eyes staring at him.
It was like neither could move. It was an endless staring contest. But eventually the red eyes lost as it ran right at him. He got up in time and dodged them. It was a rat that game scurrying out. A very sickly looking rat. Maybe that was it. Maybe the people dying were only getting diseases from rats. But one thing concerned him. The rat was as pale as the old man who was at his door.
He got up and walked out of his room. And as soon as he did he saw the old man on the ground, not moving an inch. He walked over to him and it was fact, The old man was dead.