USER: what is a good ending to this story? The hotel lobby was empty. Its fireplace roared in the corner, the furniture unmoved and stationary. The rain outside was rhythmic. The quiet was interrupted by a couple bustling through the door. They looked weary from their journey, but the company of each other was clear with the gleaming ring on the bride's finger. The couple went up to the attendant. "Good evening sir, we would like to stay the night." said the wife "Did you have a reservation?" the attendant replied "Yes, for room 217 I believe." The attendant eye twitched for just a split second, but quickly nodded and handed the couple their keys. The couple begin heading up the stairs, but are taken aback. The lobby was merely a facade. The well furnished and comfortable entrance hid the falling wallpaper, creaky stairs, and dim lights. Heaving luggage up the stairs didn't help either. The couple reached the second floor. The hall was narrow and lined with many old paintings. It was quite dim. The couple opened the door to their room with much anticipation of having a good night's rest. Their trip from Minnesota had taken them to the French Quarter in Louisiana, where Helen had been born. To their surprise, the room was quite neat. The bed sheets were folded well on both beds, a nice lamp in the middle. The couple had been tired, so they quickly unpacked their luggage and retired to their beds. It was comfortable and warm. It felt safe. They said their good nights to each other, a...

USER: is this a good suspense story? The hotel lobby was empty. Its fireplace roared in the corner, the furniture unmoved and stationary. The rain outside was rhythmic. The quiet was interrupted by a couple bustling through the door. They looked weary from their journey, but the company of each other was clear with the gleaming ring on the bride's finger. The couple went up to the attendant. "Good evening sir, we would like to stay the night." said the wife "Did you have a reservation?" the attendant replied "Yes, for room 217 I believe." The attendant eye twitched for just a split second, but quickly nodded and handed the couple their keys. The couple begin heading up the stairs, but are taken aback. The lobby was merely a facade. The well furnished and comfortable entrance hid the falling wallpaper, creaky stairs, and dim lights. Heaving luggage up the stairs didn't help either. The couple reached the second floor. The hall was narrow and lined with many old paintings. It was quite dim. The couple opened the door to their room with much anticipation of having a good night's rest. Their trip from Minnesota had taken them to the French Quarter in Louisiana, where Helen had been born. To their surprise, the room was quite neat. The bed sheets were folded well on both beds, a nice lamp in the middle. The couple had been tired, so they quickly unpacked their luggage and retired to their beds. It was comfortable and warm. It felt safe. They said their good nights to each other, and fel...

USER: what is a good ending to this story?write a summary of the story and rate it on a scale of 1-10 The hotel lobby was empty. Its fireplace roared in the corner, the furniture unmoved and stationary. The rain outside was rhythmic. The quiet was interrupted by a couple bustling through the door. They looked weary from their journey, but the company of each other was clear with the gleaming ring on the bride's finger. The couple went up to the attendant. "Good evening sir, we would like to stay the night." said the wife "Did you have a reservation?" the attendant replied "Yes, for room 217 I believe." The attendant eye twitched for just a split second, but quickly nodded and handed the couple their keys. The couple begin heading up the stairs, but are taken aback. The lobby was merely a facade. The well furnished and comfortable entrance hid the falling wallpaper, creaky stairs, and dim lights. Heaving luggage up the stairs didn't help either. The couple reached the second floor. The hall was narrow and lined with many old paintings. It was quite dim. The couple opened the door to their room with much anticipation of having a good night's rest. Their trip from Minnesota had taken them to the French Quarter in Louisiana, where Helen had been born. To their surprise, the room was quite neat. The bed sheets were folded well on both beds, a nice lamp in the middle. The couple had been tired, so they quickly unpacked their luggage and retired to their beds. It was comfortable and warm. It felt safe. They said their good nights to each other, and fell asleep, putting their long days behind them. Helen could not fall asleep however. Her thoughts of Frank were persistent. She had fallen in love with the love of her life. The two had only met in university, but three short but amazing years later, they had gotten married. Helen looked up to the ceiling, thinking about their wedding and everyone she had met. She fantasized what her life would be like from now on. Getting a job, moving into a house, and starting a family. Knock. Knock. It was 1:00 AM. Who could that be? Helen slowly got out from under her blanket and cautiously walked toward the door to not wake up Frank. As she approached, she had a strange feeling in her stomach. She looked through the peephole and saw...high heels. Black high heels, polished, and new. However, they had a luminescent glow around them, almost...see through. Helen couldn't see anyone around and didn't know who knocked. She wanted to wake Frank, but he was out cold. Helen picked up the courage to open the door. Her hands were trembling to the lock, and slowly descended to the knob. Creak. Helen looked left and then right across the hallway, but no one was seen. Relieved, Helen looked down to the heels, but they were gone. "Frank!" Helen screamed Frank shot out of bed, still groggy, but awake. "Frank, we need to leave now." "Why?" "Something is wrong with this hotel. I don't know what but...we have to go." "Alright." They hurriedly packed their belongings, quickly throwing their clothes into their luggage. Helen was quick to run toward the door and shut off the lights. Blood. On the door, with the same see-through glow like the heels. It was splattered across the door like someone had...coughed it up, covering the entire door. Helen's eyes widened, a cold sensation traveled across her body. Fear. "Helen." Helen turned her head. Frank was sprawled on the ground, his face devoid of color. He coughed. A drop. Then two. A stream began coming out of his mouth. "Frank!" Helen rushed toward her husband's side. Her passion for Frank was inextinguishable. She picked up Frank with all her might, and unlocked the door. She heaved Frank, one step at a time through the corridor. Helen was struggling. And then she looked up. A white figure was dressed in a beautiful wedding gown. Her face was beautiful, her skin delicate and fair. But her dress was ripped, her hair in tatters, and most jarring of all, a small knife in her heart. "Helen..." Helen looked back down at Frank. His head was sagged backwards, his face completely pale. Helen held back a tear. The ghost drifted beside her. Helen was trembling in fear.her, watching Helen tremble. She was going to lose everything, herself, her future, and Frank. The ghost pulled the knife with the distinct glow out of her heart. Helen gulped and closed her eyes, accepting her fate.eyes. Shing. Helen had expected a sharp pain in her body, but it never came. Instead, when she opened her eyes, the ghost, with its lifeless eye and remorseless stare, dropped the knife in front of Helen. The knife's glow faded, becoming...real. The ghost's faced slowly morphed into sadness. Or was it pity?

USER: write a summary of thean ending to this story and rate it on a scale of 1-10Rex Zhu 4/17/23 English 9 Final Suspense Story Title The hotel lobby was empty. Its fireplace roared in the corner, the furniture unmoved and stationary.stationery. The rain outside was rhythmic. The quiet was interrupted by a couple bustling through the door. They looked weary from their journey, but the company of each other was clear withfrom the gleaming ring on the bride'swife's finger. The couple went up to the attendant. "Good evening sir, we would like to stay the night."night," said the wifewife. "Did you have a reservation?" the attendant repliedreplied. "Yes, for room 217 I believe." The attendant eye twitched for just a split second, but quickly nodded and handed the couple their keys. The couple beginThey began heading up the stairs, but arestairs but were taken aback. The lobby was merely a facade. The well furnishedfacade for the rest of the hotel. The well-furnished and comfortable entrance hid the falling wallpaper, creaky stairs, and dim lights. Heaving luggage up the stairs didn't help either. The couple reached the second floor. The hall was narrow and lined with many old paintings. It was quite dim. The couple opened the door to their room with much anticipation of having a good night's rest. Their trip from Minnesota had taken them to the French Quarter in Louisiana, where Helen had been born. To their surprise, the room was quite neat. The bed sheets were folded well on both beds, a nice lamp was in the middle. The couple had been tired, so they quickly unpacked their luggage and retired to their beds. It was comfortable and warm. It felt safe. They said their good nightsgoodnights to each other, and fell asleep, putting their long days behind them. Helen could not fall asleepasleep, however. Her thoughts of Frank were persistent. She had fallen in love with the love of her life. The two had only met in university, but three short but amazing years later, they had gotten married. Helen looked up to the ceiling, thinking about their wedding and everyone she had met. She fantasizedthought about what her life would be like from now on. Getting a job, moving into a house, and starting a family. Knock. Knock. It was 1:00 AM. Who could that be? Helen slowly got out from under her blanket and cautiously walked toward the door to not wake up Frank. As she approached, she had a strange feeling in her stomach. She looked through the peephole and saw...high heels. Black highWhite heels, polished, and new. However, they had a luminescent glow around them, almost...see through. Helen couldn't see anyone around and didn't know who knocked. She wanted to wake Frank, but he was out cold. Helen picked up the courage to open the door. Her hands were trembling to the lock,lock and slowly descended to the knob. Creak. Helen looked left and then right across the hallway, but no one was seen. Relieved, Helen looked down toat the heels, but they were gone. "Frank!" Helen screamedscreamed. Frank shot out of bed, still groggy, but awake. "Frank, we need to leave now." "Why?" "Something is wrong with this hotel. I don't know what but...we have to go." "Alright." They hurriedly packed their belongings, quickly throwing their clothes into their luggage. "What did you see?" Frank asked. "I saw...heels," Helen replied, unsure how Frank would react. "They suddenly disappeared out of sight." Frank didn't react, but Helen could see the anxiousness in his eyes. Helen was quick to run toward the door and shut off the lights. Click. Blood. Cuts. On the door, with the same see-through glow likeas the heels. ItThe blood was splattered across the door likeas if someone had...coughed it up, covering the entire door. The scratches ran deep into the wood. They stretched across the corners of the door. Helen's eyes widened, and a cold sensation traveled across her body. Fear. "Helen." Helen turned her head. Frank was sprawled on the ground, his face devoid of color. He coughed. A drop. Then two. A stream began coming out of his mouth. "Frank!" Helen rushed toward her husband's side. Her passion for Frank was inextinguishable.ceaseless. She picked up Frank with all her might, and unlockedstrength and managed to unlock the door. She heaved Frank, one step at a time through the seemingly endless corridor. Helen was struggling.struggling, but she could see a glow on the floor. And then she looked up. A whitetranslucent figure was dressed in a beautiful wedding gown. Her face was beautiful, her skin delicate and fair. But her dress was ripped, her hair in tatters, and most jarring of all, a small knife in her heart. "Helen..." Helen looked back down at Frank. His head was sagged backwards,backward, his face completely pale. Helen held back a tear. The ghost drifted beside her, watching Helen tremble. She was going to lose everything, herself, her future, and Frank. The ghost pulled the knife with the same distinct glow out of her heart. Helen closed her eyes. Shing. Helen had expected a sharp pain in her body, but it never came. Instead, when she opened her eyes, the ghost, with its lifeless eye and remorseless stare, dropped the knife in front of Helen. The knife's glow faded, becoming...real. The ghost's facedface slowly morphed into sadness. Or was"Why did you do this?" Helen asked The ghost opened her mouth. A raspy voice came out. "My husband was the love of my life," she said. "The day after our wedding, I caught him in our room with another woman." "I was heartbroken. He rushed towards me and stabbed me. I will never forget the remorseless look he gave." The ghost looked down. "I despised him. I couldn't bear the devastation of the loss, so I returned to this hotel and haunted him." Helen could remember the slashes on the walls, the blood, and the heels. "So now you will kill me?" Helen asked, "You've taken the love of life." "No, I sense your pain and loss. I will allow you a painless death by your own hands." The knife gradually rose up to Helen. She picked it pity?up. It was a one-way ticket to be with Frank again. For a second, she could see her reflection in the blade. Sadness, despair, grief. She wanted to see Frank again. But she couldn't. Helen couldn't give up, she had to live. Helen looked at the end of the corridor, about 50 ft away. She had to run down the stairs and out of the lobby. The only obstacle in the way was the ghost. Helen ran. She ran past the ghost, managing to catch her by surprise.

USER: write an ending tois this story Rex Zhu 4/17/23 English 9 Final Suspense Story Titlea suspenseful story? The hotel lobby was empty. Its fireplace roared in the corner, the furniture unmoved and stationery. The rain outside was rhythmic. The quiet was interrupted by a couple bustling through the door. They looked weary from their journey, but the company of each other was clear from the gleaming ring on the wife's finger. The couple went up to the attendant. "Good evening sir, we would like to stay the night," said the wife. "Did you have a reservation?" the attendant replied. "Yes, for room 217 I believe." The attendant eye twitched for just a split second, but quickly nodded and handed the couple their keys. The wife could sense a bit of a twitch in the attendant's hands. They began heading up the stairs but were taken aback. The lobby was merely a facade for the rest of the hotel.facade. The well-furnished and comfortable entrance hid the falling wallpaper, creaky stairs, and dim lights. Heaving luggage up the stairs didn't help either. The couple reached the second floor. The hallcorridor was narrow and lined with many old paintings. It was quite dim. The couple opened the door to their room with much anticipation of having a good night's rest. Their trip had taken them to the French Quarter in Louisiana, where Helen had been born. To their surprise, the room was quite neat. The bed sheets were folded well on both beds, and a nice lamp was in the middle. The couple had been tired, so they quickly unpacked their luggage and retired to their beds. It wasThey were comfortable and warm. It felt safe. They said their goodnights to each other, and fell asleep, putting their long days behind them. Helen could not fall asleep, however. Her thoughts of Frank were persistent. She had fallen in love with the love of her life. The two had only met in university,college, but three short but amazing years later, they had gotten married. Helen looked up to the ceiling, thinking about their wedding and everyone she had met. She thought about what her life would be like from now on. Getting a job, moving into a house, and starting a family. Knock. Knock. It was 1:00 AM.Knock, knock. Who could that be? Helen slowly got out from under her blanket and cautiouslyquietly walked toward the door to not wake up Frank. As she approached, she had a strange feeling in her stomach. Why was the attendant's hand trembling? She looked through the peephole and saw...high heels. White heels, polished, and new. However, they had a luminescent glow around them, almost...see through. Helen couldn't see anyone around and didn't know who knocked. She wanted to wake Frank,Frank for protection, but he was out cold.sound asleep. Helen picked up the courage to open the door. Her breath shortened. Her hands were tremblingtrembled to the lock and slowly descended to the knob. Creak. Helen looked leftleft, her face statuesque, and then right acrossdown the hallway, but no one was seen.there. Relieved, Helen looked down at the heels, but they were gone. A shiver went down her spine. "Frank!" Helen screamed. Frank shot out of bed, still groggy, but awake. "Frank, we need to leave now." "Why?" "Something is wrong with this hotel. I don't know what but...we have to go." "Alright." They hurriedly packed their belongings, quickly throwing their clothes into their luggage. "What did you see?" Frank asked. "I saw...heels," Helen replied, unsure how Frank would react. "They suddenly disappeared out of sight." Frank didn't react, but Helen could see the anxiousness in his eyes. Helen was quick to run toward the door and shut off the lights. Click. Blood. Cuts. On the door, with the same glow as the heels. The blood was splattered across the door as if someone had...coughed it up, covering the entire door. The scratches ran deep into the wood. They stretched across the corners of the door. Helen's eyes widened, and a cold sensation traveled across her body. Fear. "Helen." Helen turned her head. Frank was sprawled on the ground, his face devoid of color. He coughed. A drop. Then two. A stream began coming out of his mouth. "Frank!" Helen rushed toward her husband's side. Her passion for Frank was ceaseless. She picked up Frank with all her strength and managed to unlock the door. She heaved Frank, one step at a time through the seemingly endless corridor. Helen was struggling, but she could see a glow on the floor. She was near the stairs. And then she looked up. A translucent figure was dressed in a beautiful wedding gown. Her face was beautiful, her skin delicate and fair. But her dress was ripped, her hair in tatters, and most jarring of all, a small knife in her heart. "Helen..." Helen looked back down at Frank. His head sagged backward, his face completely pale.pale, and his lifeless body hung in her arms. Helen held back a tear. The ghost drifted beside her, watching Helen tremble. She was going to lose everything, herself, her future, and Frank. The ghost pulled the knife with the same distinct glow out of her heart. Helen closed her eyes. Shing. Helen had expected a sharp pain in her body, but it never came. Instead, when she opened her eyes, the ghost, with its lifeless eye and remorseless stare, dropped the knife in front of Helen. The knife's glow faded, becoming...real. The ghost's face slowly morphed into sadness. "Why did you do this?" Helen asked The ghost opened her mouth. A raspy voice came out. "My husband was the love of my life," she said. "The day after our wedding, I caughtwent to our room, and heard a noise. I went inside, and saw him in our room with another woman."with..." Her voice trailed off. "I was heartbroken. He rushed towards me and stabbed me. I will never forget the remorselessmerciless look he gave." The ghost looked down. "I despised him. I couldn't bear the devastation of the loss, so I returned to this hotel and haunted him." Helen could remember the slashes on the walls, the blood, and the heels. "So now you will kill me?" Helen asked, "You've taken the love of life." "No, I sense your pain and loss. I will allow you a painless death by your own hands." The knife gradually rose up to Helen. She picked it up. It was a one-way ticket to be with Frank again. For a second, she could see her reflection in the blade. Sadness, despair, grief. She wanted to see Frank again. But she couldn't. Helen couldn't give up, she had to live. Helen looked at the end of the corridor, about 50 ft away. She had to run down the stairs and out of the lobby. The only obstacle in the way was the ghost. Helen ran. She ran past the ghost, managing to catch her by surprise.Understanding materialized on her face.

USER: is this a suspenseful story?story suspenseful? Rex Zhu 4/17/23 English 9 Final Suspense Story Title The hotel lobby was empty. Its fireplace roared in the corner, the furniture unmoved and stationery. The rain outside was rhythmic. The quiet was interrupted by a couple bustling through the door. They looked weary from their journey, but the company of each other was clear from the gleaming ring on the wife's finger. The couple went up to the attendant. "Good evening sir, we would like to stay the night," said the wife. "Did you have a reservation?" the attendant replied. "Yes, for room 217 I believe." The attendant eye twitched for just a split second, but quickly nodded and handed the couple their keys. The wife could sense a bit of a twitch in the attendant's hands. They began heading up the stairs but were taken aback. The lobby was merely a facade. The well-furnished and comfortable entrance hid the falling wallpaper, creaky stairs, and dim lights. Heaving luggage up the stairs didn't help either. The couple reached the second floor. The corridor was narrow and lined with many old paintings. It was quite dim. The couple opened the door to their room with much anticipation of having a good night's rest. Their trip had taken them to the French Quarter in Louisiana, where Helen had been born. To their surprise, the room was quite neat. The bed sheets were folded well on both beds, and a nice lamp was in the middle. The couple had been tired, so they quickly unpacked their luggage and retired to their beds. They were comfortable and warm. It felt safe. They said their goodnights to each other, and fell asleep, putting their long days behind them. Helen could not fall asleep, however."I'm exhausted," Helen said, lying down on her mattress. "Same here," Frank replied. "Thank god this room looks better than the rest of the hotel." Pulling her blanket over herself, Helen tried falling asleep. She just couldn't shake the suspicion that something was odd. Checking into the hotel, the attendant seemed a bit too eager. Her smile, however, couldn't hide her trembling hands. Despite being in a busy downtown area, the hotel lobby was strangely quiet. I'm overthinking this. Maybe I'm just too exhausted. Helen's thoughts of Frank were persistent. She had fallen in love with the love of her life. The two had only met in college, but three short but amazing years later, they had gotten married. Helen looked up to the ceiling, thinking about their wedding and everyone she had met. She thought about what her life would be like from now on. Getting a job, moving into a house, and starting a family.turned to Frank. Their honeymoon has been amazing. Walking on the beach holding hands was romantic. Sitting down, watching the sunset, the ocean waves coming and going. I want this forever. Knock, knock. Who could that be? Helen slowly got out from under her blanket and quietly walked toward the door to not wake up Frank. As she approached, she had a strange feeling in her stomach. Why was the attendant's hand trembling? She looked through the peephole and saw...high heels. White heels, polished, and new. However, they had a luminescent glow around them, almost...see through. Helen couldn't see anyone around and didn't know who knocked. She wanted to wake Frank for protection, but he was sound asleep. Helen picked up the courage to open the door. Her breath shortened. Her hands trembled to the lock and slowly descended to the knob. Creak. Helen looked left, her face statuesque, and then right down the hallway, but no one was there. Relieved, Helen looked down at the heels, but they were gone. A shiver went down her spine. "Frank!" Helen screamed. Frank shot out of bed, still groggy, but awake. "Frank, we need to leave now." "Why?" "Something is wrong with this hotel. I don't know what but...we have to go." "Alright." They hurriedly packed their belongings, quickly throwing their clothes into their luggage. "What did you see?" Frank asked. "I saw...heels," Helen replied, unsure how Frank would react.react, "They suddenly disappeared out of sight." Frank didn't react, but Helen could see the anxiousness in his eyes. Helen was quick to run towardhurriedly ran to the door and shut off the lights. Click. Blood. Cuts. On the door, with the same glow as the heels. The blood was splattered across the door as if someone had...coughed it up, covering the entire door. The scratches ran deep into the wood. They stretched across the corners of the door. Helen's eyes widened, and a cold sensation traveled across her body. Fear. "Helen." Helen turned her head. Frank was sprawled on the ground, his face devoid of color. He coughed. A drop. Then two. A stream began coming out of his mouth. "Frank!" Helen rushed toward her husband's side. Her passion for Frank was ceaseless. She picked up Frank with all her strength and managed to unlock the door. She heaved Frank, one step at a time through the seemingly endless corridor. Helen was struggling, but she could see a glow on the floor. She was near the stairs. And then she looked up. A translucent figure was dressed in a wedding gown. Her face was beautiful, her skin delicate and fair. But her dress was ripped, her hair in tatters, and most jarring of all, a small knife in her heart. "Helen..." Helen looked back down at Frank. His head sagged backward, his face completely pale, and his lifeless body hung in her arms. Helen held back a tear. The ghost drifted beside her, watching Helen tremble. She was going to lose everything, herself, her future, and Frank. The ghost pulled the knife with the same distinct glow out of her heart. Helen closed her eyes. Shing. Helen had expected a sharp pain in her body, but it never came. Instead, when she opened her eyes, the ghost, with its remorseless stare, dropped the knife in front of Helen. The knife's glow faded, becoming...real. The ghost's face slowly morphed into sadness. "Why did you do this?" Helen asked The ghost opened her mouth. A raspy voice came out. "My husband was the love of my life," she said.said, "The day after our wedding, I went to our room, and heard a noise. I went inside, and saw him with..." Her voice trailed off. "I was heartbroken. He rushed towards me and stabbed me. I will never forget the merciless look he gave." The ghost looked down. "I despised him. I couldn't bear the devastation of the loss, so I returned to this hotel and haunted him." Helen could remember the slashes on the walls, the blood, and the heels. Understanding materialized on her face. "So now you will kill me?" Helen asked, "You've taken the love of life." "No, I sense your pain. I will allow you a painless death by your own hands." The knife gradually rose up to Helen. She picked it up. It was a one-way ticket to be with Frank again. For a second, she could see her reflection in the blade. Sadness, despair, grief. She wanted to see Frank again. But she couldn't. Helen couldn't give up, she had to live. Helen looked at the end of the corridor, a good distance away. She had to run down the stairs and out of the lobby. The only obstacle in the way was the ghost. Helen ran. She leaped from the floor, managing to catch the ghost by surprise and gaining a few steps on her. Helen didn't look back, but she could feel the ghost pursuing her, She bolted down the stairs, nearing the lobby. Suddenly, the ghost re-emerged from the wall. Her smile was sinister. Helen was trapped. If I could just decoy her somehow. She ran back up the stairs, the ghost pursuing her quickly. Helen abruptly turned around and leaped over the ghost. Helen burst through into the lobby. The ghost wailed, unable to catch her. Helen ran through the hotel doors and escaped.

USER: is this story suspenseful? Rex Zhu 4/17/23 English 9 Final Suspense Story Title The hotel lobby was empty. Its fireplace roared in the corner, the furniture unmoved and stationery. The rain outside was rhythmic. The quiet was interrupted by a couple bustling through the door. They looked weary from their journey, but the company of each other was clear from the gleaming ring on the wife's finger. The couple went up to the attendant. "Good evening sir, we would like to stay the night," said the wife. "Did you have a reservation?" the attendant replied. "Yes, for room 217 I believe." The attendant eye twitched for just a split second, but quickly nodded and handed the couple their keys. The wife could sense a bit of a twitch in the attendant's hands. They began heading up the stairs but were taken aback. The lobby was merely a facade. The well-furnished and comfortable entrance hid the falling wallpaper, creaky stairs, and dim lights. Heaving luggage up the stairs didn't help either. The couple reached the second floor. The corridor was narrow and lined with many old paintings. It was quite dim. The couple opened the door to their room with much anticipation of having a good night's rest. To their surprise, the room was quite neat. The bed sheets were folded well on both beds, and a nice lamp was in the middle. The couple had been tired, so they quickly unpacked their luggage and retired to their beds. They were comfortable and warm. It felt safe. They said their goodnights to each other, and fell asleep, putting their long days behind them.describe helen and frank's relationship: "I'm exhausted," Helen said, lying down on her mattress. "Same here," Frank replied. "Thank god this room looks better than the rest of the hotel." Pulling her blanket over herself, Helen tried falling asleep. She just couldn't shake the suspicion that something was odd. Checking into the hotel, the attendant seemed a bit too eager. Her smile, however, couldn't hide her trembling hands. Despite being in a busy downtown area, the hotel lobby was strangely quiet. I'm overthinking this. Maybe I'm just too exhausted. Helen's thoughts turned to Frank. Their honeymoon has been amazing. Walking on the beach holding hands was romantic. Sitting down, watching the sunset, the ocean waves coming and going. I want this forever. Knock, knock. Who could that be? Helen slowly got out from under her blanket and quietly walked toward the door to not wake up Frank. As she approached, she had a strange feeling in her stomach. Why was the attendant's hand trembling? She looked through the peephole and saw...high heels. White heels, polished, and new. However, they had a luminescent glow around them, almost...see through. Helen couldn't see anyone around and didn't know who knocked. She wanted to wake Frank for protection, but he was sound asleep. Helen picked up the courage to open the door. Her breath shortened. Her hands trembled to the lock and slowly descended to the knob. Creak. Helen looked left, her face statuesque, and then right down the hallway, but no one was there. Relieved, Helen looked down at the heels, but they were gone. A shiver went down her spine. "Frank!" Helen screamed. Frank shot out of bed, still groggy, but awake. "Frank, we need to leave now." "Why?" "Something is wrong with this hotel. I don't know what but...we have to go." "Alright." They hurriedly packed their belongings, quickly throwing their clothes into their luggage. "What did you see?" Frank asked. "I saw...heels," Helen replied, unsure how Frank would react, "They suddenly disappeared out of sight." Frank didn't react, but Helen could see the anxiousness in his eyes. Helen hurriedly ran to the door and shut off the lights. Click. Blood. Cuts. On the door, with the same glow as the heels. The blood was splattered across the door as if someone had...coughed it up, covering the entire door. The scratches ran deep into the wood. They stretched across the corners of the door. Helen's eyes widened, and a cold sensation traveled across her body. Fear. "Helen." Helen turned her head. Frank was sprawled on the ground, his face devoid of color. He coughed. A drop. Then two. A stream began coming out of his mouth. "Frank!" Helen rushed toward her husband's side. Her passion for Frank was ceaseless. She picked up Frank with all her strength and managed to unlock the door. She heaved Frank, one step at a time throughHeaving Frank from the ground, Helen whips the door behind her and walks into the seemingly endless corridor. Helen was struggling, but she could see a glow on the floor. She was near the stairs. And then she looked up. A translucent figure was dressed in a wedding gown. Her face was beautiful, her skin delicate and fair. But her dress was ripped, her hair in tatters, and most jarring of all, a small knife in her heart. "Helen..." Helen looked back down at Frank. His head sagged backward, his face completely pale, and his lifeless body hung in her arms. Helen held back a tear. The ghost drifted beside her, watching Helen tremble. She was going to lose everything, herself, her future, and Frank. The ghost pulled the knife with the same distinct glow out of her heart. Helen closed her eyes. Shing. Helen had expected a sharp pain in her body, but it never came. Instead, when she opened her eyes, the ghost, with its remorseless stare, dropped the knife in front of Helen. The knife's glow faded, becoming...real. The ghost's face slowly morphed into sadness. "Why did you do this?" Helen asked The ghost opened her mouth. A raspy voice came out. "My husband was the love of my life," she said, "The day after our wedding, I went to our room, and heard a noise. I went inside, and saw him with..." Her voice trailed off. "I was heartbroken. He rushed towards me and stabbed me. I will never forget the merciless look he gave." The ghost looked down. "I despised him. I couldn't bear the devastation of the loss, so I returned to this hotel and haunted him." Helen could remember the slashes on the walls, the blood, and the heels. Understanding materialized on her face. "So now you will kill me?" Helen asked, "You've taken the love of life." "No, I sense your pain. I will allow you a painless death by your own hands." The knife gradually rose up to Helen. She picked it up. It was a one-way ticket to be with Frank again. For a second, she could see her reflection in the blade. Sadness, despair, grief. She wanted to see Frank again. But she couldn't. Helen couldn't give up, she had to live. Helen looked at the end of the corridor, a good distance away. She had to run down the stairs and out of the lobby. The only obstacle in the way was the ghost. Helen ran. She leaped from the floor, managing to catch the ghost by surprise and gaining a few steps on her. Helen didn't look back, but she could feel the ghost pursuing her, She bolted down the stairs, nearing the lobby. Suddenly, the ghost re-emerged from the wall. Her smile was sinister. Helen was trapped. If I could just decoy her somehow. She ran back up the stairs, the ghost pursuing her quickly. Helen abruptly turned around and leaped over the ghost. Helen burst through into the lobby. The ghost wailed, unable to catch her. Helen ran through the hotel doors and escaped.