Before it was a hotel, it was a mansion owned by a certain person. It was built in the style of an old western house, but they say that a "retro" look was in vogue at the time. So they counted and counted, but it seemed there was one room missing on the third floor. Th spacing was wrong. There should have been six rooms. And all the rooms on the second floor matched up right - six in the second floor, but just five on the third. Then it came up when the people renting out the room were saying that they couldn't shake the feeling that there was a room next door to the one they had rented. The group was sure their room was last on the row, but they could see that the wall continued on. Then, that very night from the wall of the room they were staying in the very wall they had just been talking about they heard a noise in the other side. Scritch. Scritch. A scratching sound, and it went on and on. At first the people who had heard it thought they imagined it. But the next day, they told some other guests, and everyone listened that night. They could all hear it. There was a scratching sound and it when on and on. Every night while they stayed, it was always the same. Finally they couldn't take it anymore, and they went to the hotel-manager to complain. The man at the front desk blanched when he heard the story all he said was, "I knew it. When other renters stayed in that room and finally went to sleep fir the night, they always heard it ... a scratching sound." He told them that there did seem to be another room on the other side of the wall. But before they'd bought the building from the previous owner, the passage way had been walled off. Well... because there had been so many customer complaints, they decided to tear the wall down in order to make sure if what was on the other side. So they called in a contractor. And since it would happen the next day, the renters decided to stay an see what was behind the wall. The next day the contractor came, and they broke through the wall. It turned out that there was a passageway there. A there was another room next door to the one the group was staying in. It looked like it should be exactly the same as the other rooms. However, there wasn't any knob on the door. There was caulking all along the door jamb. It was caulked up tight so not a single crack as visible. There was no way to open the door. They had to make make sure, and that's just what they were going to do! So they busted the door down; and on the inside, there, in red letters, all over the walls was;
Father, please! Let me out!
