Hi guys Due to a high demand asking for issue 1, here's an edited version of the story Because the previous ending was too vague. Hope y'all enjoy it [color=Aquamarine.] A MAN and woman went to Las Vegas for their honeymoon, and checked into a suite at a hotel. When they got to their room they both detected a bad odor. The husband called down to the front desk and asked to speak to the manager. He explained that the room smelled very bad and they would like another suite. The manager apologized and told the man that they were all booked because of a convention. He offered to send them to a restaurant of their choice for lunch compliments of the hotel, and said he was going to send a maid up to their room to clean and to try and get rid of the odor. After a nice lunch the couple went back to their room. When they walked in they could both still smell the horrible odor. Again the husband called the front desk and told the manager that the room still smelled really bad. The manager told the man that they would try and find a suite at another hotel. He called every hotel on the strip, but every hotel was sold out because of the convention. The manager told the couple that they couldn't find them a room anywhere, but they would try and clean the room again. The couple wanted to see the sights and do a little gambling anyway, so they said they would give them two hours to clean and then they would be back. When the couple had left, the manager and all of the housekeeping staff went to the room to try and find what was making it smell so bad. They searched the entire suite found nothing, so the maids changed the sheets, changed the towels, took down the curtains and put new ones up, cleaned the carpet, and cleaned the suite again using the strongest cleaning products they had. The couple came back two hours later to find the room still had a bad odor. The husband was so angry at this point, he decided to find whatever this smell was himself. So he started tearing the entire suite apart. As he pulled the top mattress off the box spring of the bed he found a dead body of a woman. Chills start to form around his skin as he stared blankly at the body he just discovered. He totally wasn't expecting to face this gruesome find. Wanting to back away from all these horrifying finds, he noticed his feet had already went numb from fear. Trying his very best to move away from the bed, he finally managed to move his feet. But as his feet touched the main entrance of his hotel room, he heard his name being called. "John......John....don't....leave me..." He freaked out, remembering earlier he had asked his wife to stay at the lobby while he came up to the room on his own. He turned his face slowly towards the body and finds the woman already standing at the foot of the bed, beckoning him to go over to her with her bony hands. He freaked out and ran for his life. As he reached the lift lobby, he frantically pressed the buttons for the lift. "Diiiinnnnngggg!" The lift door opened. He rushed in and hurriedly slam the door close button and kept his hands in clenched fists manner. "Johnnnnnnnnnn.........why are....you running....away from...me....?" He heard a whisper in his right ear. He turned to find the lady beside him. He screamed and fainted on the spot. His wife found him lying on the floor unconscious and for the next few days, John came down with high fever and at times, screaming at the top of his lungs dreaming about the whole incident over and over again. His wife, worried about him, went to research about the hotel and the room and found out that actually in the early 15th century a Dutch woman was brutally murdered in her own house on that land and the land was then later used for this hotel. [/color]