Spooky Tales and Stories

Haunted Hotel Room 310

Jessica  Jung was driving back to her home in California from Washington to California

It was late evening and snow had begun to fall before she finally reached the little Oregon town where she planned to spend the night.

Tired and ready for a hot meal and a goodnight's sleep, Jessica stopped at the first place she came upon.

It was an old hotel in the main street.

The lobby had a musty door.

The seedy clerk behind the desk signed her in.

Her room was on the third floor.

Room 310.

An elderly bellhop helped her with her luggage.

As soon as the door was opened, a blast of hot air struck Jessica full in the face. With the hot air came something else, something she could not define but filled with her dread.

It was heavy and depressing...

Like she explained, "with the strong scent of the evil."

She felt as if she was about to faint. And  all she said was, "It's awfully hot."

The bellhop tinkered with the radiator knobs. Then he opened the window and left.

The room  began to cool off, but the feeling of dread and despair grew stronger. It centered in the open square of black window space. The terror seem to speak in her mind.

She thought she could sense a voice whispering to her.

Compelling her to do something terrible...

"Go to the window," it said. "Throw yourself out!"

She couldn't seem to resist the urge to jump out of the window to what she knew would be certain death. She clawed at the bed sheets, trying to restrain herself from walking towards the open window.

Terrified, Jessica eventually summoned the strength and crawled out of the room, She rushed down to the lobby and shouted to the staff that she couldn't stay any minute.

She explained, "I was sure that if I stayed the night, i'd be dead in the morning."

She prepared to sacrifice the money she'd already paid just to leave, but when she went the clerk never asked what was wrong or if she wish to try another room. He returned the full cash amount to her.

She later checked into another hotel and had planned to be on her way early the next morning.

But there was a sudden change of plans. Instead she decided to stay over a day and look into the history of the old hotel to see if she could discover the reason for her terrifying experience there.

She visited the local library to make a few inquiries.

An elderly librarian sat behind the desk.

"I'm just wondering," Jessica said tentatively. "Did anything shocking ever happen in the old hotel?"

The librarian looked at her strangely.

"How did you come upon that bit of history?" she asked.

"It took the hotel a long time to squash the story."

The librarian nodded and  went on to tell what happened.

One evening back in 1948 a couple checked into the hotel as Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Smith. The next morning hotel employees found the young woman's body lying on the sidewalk outside the Room 310. The man who had registered as her husband disappeared.

"At first it was ruled suicide," the librarian concluded.

"But then they pried open her fist and found it  clutched a handful of dark curly hair, not her own. So they made a search for the murderer. But was never found..."

Jessica nodded in understanding.

"By the way," the librarian suddenly added, "Isn't that a coincidence! It all happened in November 5th forty years ago, was yesterday..."