I was so tired. I could barely walk straight. As soon as I got to my room I realized how bad I had to go to the bathroom. I threw my wallet on the dresser and turned on all the lights. Every single one made the room brighter by the second. I am deathly afraid of the dark. I went to the bathroom and when I came out I didn’t notice anything wrong. At least not until I sat on my bed. I saw my wallet sitting there next to me. I thought for a long time on how it got there when I know I set it on the dresser, but I dismissed the thought as though it was nothing. That’s when I noticed the lights by my chair and desk. I started to get a little frightened. Then I got the idea maybe the bulbs went out, but what about the wallet? What if I had put it on the bed? I could have sworn I set it on the dresser. Then out of nowhere I heard a whistling of the wind. I peeked over at the window and saw that it had flown open. As I went to close it I saw that there was no wind. How had it opened then? What was the whistling sound? Was I going crazy? I closed the window and locked it. When I turned around I noticed one of the other lights was out. I thought are all the lights going out? I decided to call the front desk and let them know I needed some new light bulbs. I got to the phone and by the time I dialed it and put it to my ear I heard a knock on my door. I set the phone down and at the same time I’m wondering who the heck is here? I got to the door and when I opened it no one was there. I peek out into the hall. “Hello?” “Anybody here?” “Hello?” I walk out into the hall to see if anyone was there. I shrugged my shoulders and went back into the room. As I shut the door another light goes out. There was only one left now. I was really starting to get spooked. I needed to get new light bulbs NOW. I picked up the phone and dialed the number again. I put the phone to my ear and not a sound came out. I looked at the cord and it was cut right in the middle. I had just called a cab this morning so I knew it worked. Who could have done it? I sat on the bed and ended up in deep thought. I didn’t even notice the window opening again or the door this time. At least not until I felt a cold chill run up my back. As I turned cautiously towards the window and then towards the door I heard something coming from the bathroom. I slowly but surely advanced to the bathroom door. It was cracked barely. I thought I closed it all the way. Wait, I know I did because I hate the bathroom open. As I slid into the bathroom I noticed something red on the floor. When I got in the room more I noticed the red stuff was blood. I screamed a blood curdling scream. It was horrific. Thinking it couldn’t get worse, it did. I gazed over towards the bathtub and saw the worse thing of my life. Lying in the tub was a body. A decaying, rotting body. I wanted to puke. When I stepped closer to see how it had died it jumped up and grabbed me by the throat. I screamed and tried to struggle away but its grip got tighter on my throat. I was starting to get dizzy from not breathing when it suddenly let me go. I dropped to the ground crying and holding my neck. Then out of the corner of my eye I noticed the “dead” person was snickering and then cackling. I stood up and slapped him and when I did a mask fell off his face. Under the mask was my brother. I screamed and yelled at him out for an hour straight. Then when I lost my voice I dropped on the bed and fell asleep.