Red cloak

A woman is on vacation and decides to stay in a cheap hotel to save her money. When he arrived in his room, he realized he was in room 66 on the 6th floor. Technically, his room was numbered 666. He shuddered in horror. But he thought, it must be a coincidence. He did not really think about it and went to take a bath.

Moments later there was a knock on her door. She emerged from her bathroom and put on a white veiled bathrobe that had been prepared at the hotel for her guests. He opened his room, but no one was outside his room. He also closed his room and changed clothes. Again there was a knock on her door.

She opens her room and sees a little girl wearing a hooded robe exactly as she used to. Only the color is red. "Is there anything I can help? Where is your parent? "She noticed that the little red-hooded girl was visibly weeping. "I was locked out of the room. Can you help me? "The lady decided to take the girl to the receptionist. Poor, she thought. The girl looked puzzled.

On the way to the receptionist, he chatted with the girl. "What's your name?", The girl did not answer. Maybe this girl has been taught by her parents not to talk to strangers, she thought. He asked again.

"Where is your parents?".
"Do not know".
"Is your room on this floor too?".

The girl nodded. Finally they reached the reception desk. "Can you help this little girl? He was locked outside his room ". The receptionist looked over, "Which girl?".

"This red-robed girl ..." But when she turned, no one was there.
"Odd, he was here. He said he was staying on the 6th floor, just like me ".
"Floor 6?" The receptionist looked surprised.
"But only you are guests staying on the 6th floor".
"But there was a girl wearing a red hooded robe."

The receptionist sighed, "You've met him apparently."
"Who is he?".

"There once happened a tragedy in this hotel. We do not like to talk about it, but because you've seen him, what can be done. There used to be a husband and wife staying on the 6th floor with his daughter. They stay in room 66, just like you. But they both quarreled and the husband shot his wife. He then killed his own son. At that time, the boy was wearing a white bathrobe that was directly red because of his blood. But the man remained dissatisfied. He filled his gun and started shooting at everyone at this hotel, his employees and his guests ".

Her breath stopped in fear. But the story of the receptionist was not finished yet. The receptionist then turned around and showed me a red hole in her back. "Look, here he shoots me".