#Creepypasta the white door skin

After some gentle quizzing and the promise that the explanation would go no further than him she finally said “Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk.Īt this point he decided to consult her for more information.

Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He stared in confusion for a while, was this a celebrity? The owners daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door.

#Creepypasta the white door skin

What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information.

He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in.