It is a dark, stormy day, and I am far away from home. My car is about to break so I use the remaining power to make park in a hotel parking lot. There, I check in for the night, hoping the weather will be better tomorrow, and my car will cooperate. The lady at the reception is very nice, but as I am given my keys, her face darkens.

"Your room, 256, is dangerous. There was an.... accident in the room next door. We haven't repaired the damage, but it is safe to stay in. Be careful." she says, as I walk away.

What was that about, I think, as I turn the knob to my hotel room. As soon as I walk in, I notice what she meant. Everything is fine, except there is a small gap in the wall leading to the room next door. I quickly inspect the room, and get ready to go to sleep. Then, I hear noises in the room next door. 

There is a large painting next to the hole in the wall, and I know I should cover it up, but out of curiosity,  I peek through the peephole. I see a child, more specifically a small girl. She is standing there, with her innocent eyes, dressed in a long white nightgown. I watch as she goes to the couch and slowly falls asleep. 

I know there was an accident in the room next door. Why is the girl there? Where are her parents? Is she allowed to e in that room? A million questions blur through my mind. I decide against saying anything to her, or the receptionist. Tired, I got to the pullout couch and slowly drift to sleep.

At about one in the morning, I hear loud noises. The storm has been going on for a while, but that's not what's keeping me up. I rush to the small peep hole, and gasp. Clamping my hand over my mouth, I watch as a large figure repeatedly stabs a knife into the little girl's chest. She cries, her screams echoing the walls. I watch the tears pour down her face. I wish I could do something, but what? In a matter of minutes, the little girl is dead, and as for the figure, it's nowhere to be seen. I quickly cover the peephole with the nearby painting. I think of calling the police, but I am too scared. They'll figure it out. I just wait all night, on the sofa. 

In the morning, there is a pounding on my hotel room door. I feel scared, but I slowly open it. It's the police. They ask questions about if I saw a murder in progress. Scared out of my wits, I lie, saying I didn't see or hear anything. I sigh in relief as they leave, thankful they didn't ask any other questions. 

The weather got worse, so I have to stay another day. That night, I lay awake, expecting the same dark figure to burst through my door. But that never happens. Out of curiosity, I decide to see what happened next door. I carefully take the painting off the small nail. Then, I prop my eye to look out into the other room. 

Surprised, I notice it is filled dark. Maybe the police covered it up? Then, I realize it's moving. I see an eye peering back at me. I start freaking out, mentally screaming. Next, I can make out the figure of a little girl, almost identical to the one I saw last night, the only change being the hollowness of her eyes.

"I know you saw..." a hoarse voice whispers. 

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They say that anyone who knows what actually knows what happened to the girl that night, and fails to tell the police what they know, are never heard from again. She will hunt you down and the last thing you will hear, is her hoarse whisper.. Her bloodshot eyes will peer down at you, her white dress splattered with blood, still dripping wet from that night. So be careful what you say, what you hear, and what you do. There will always be a consequence.....