Four vertical lines crossed with a fifth one diagonally were carved in a disturbed manner on the wooden door . He traced the packs of lines with his fingers inspecting the dark chestnut door.

‘ Where did this door come from ? ‘ His hand went to the rusty doorknob and twisted slowly…and things went downhill from there .

It all began when a 26 year old man decided to stay in an old mansion that was recently reconstructed into a hotel . He heard about it from a local man . He had interest in historical buildings and their structure which made this hotel more appealing to his taste .

He adjusted his black backpack as his eyes took pleasure in scanning the Victorian details of the ceiling . An old frail man who could still stand up straight despite his age , Greeted the traveler and escorted him to his room that was on the second floor , Third room in the right corridor .

The butler informed the man of food schedule and such . As they stood in front of the room , the old man spoke .
” All residents must be in their rooms by 9:00 p.m sharp , No exceptions . Good day .”

The traveler didn’t care much for what the butler said . He stuck with the curfew only because he wanted to enjoy his stay , Trouble_free .

On the night prior to his last day in this fascinating house hold , At 1:17 a.m. he woke up from thirst and unfortunately the Water Pitcher was empty .
‘ The old guy must have forgot to fill it .’ He mused to himself .

He dragged his feet out of bed and went down to the first floor where the kitchen was . With a cup of water in his hand , His eyes had adjusted to the darkness by now and could make his way back . He claimed the stairs and took the right turn to the long corridor . His eyes widened when his pupils made out a door at the very end of the corridor .
‘ What the..? ‘ He was sure that door wasn’t there before .

Peering closer with each step he took towards it . He saw a lot of scratches on this unusual door . Four vertical lines crossed with a fifth one diagonally were carved in a disturbed manner on the wooden door . He traced the packs of lines with his fingers inspecting the dark chestnut door .

‘ Where did this door come from ? ‘ Curiosity got to him . His hand went to the rusty doorknob and twisted slowly…
The door that was slightly opened had already closed in a split second . The cup of water fell to the ground , Water spilled everywhere and the young man was no where in sight .

The steady calm steps of the butler echoed as he paced to the cup and simply picked it up retreating to where he came from .

The next day , The sun light already colored the horizon . Two couple entered the hotel giggling with each other lovingly . A ghost of a smile appeared on the old butler’s lips and he welcomed them politely .