 A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. 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 that no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was the storeroom and that it was at bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room and going to bed. 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. Sure enough, it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. The road air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. Was this a celebrity? The owner's daughter? He almost knocked on the door out of curiosity, but at the last moment decided not to. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door. He hoped she wouldn't suspect that he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was the color red. He couldn't make anything out besides that distinct red color unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable and hoped that she had not made a complaint with the woman at the front desk. At this point, he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and asked, did you look through the keyhole? The man told her that he had and then she said, well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there and we find that even now, whoever stays in there gets very uncomfortable. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over except for their eyes, which were entirely red.