The eighth floor of the hotel (5) (translated by mystery novels)

When I opened the bathroom door, I was stunned by the scene inside. Unlike the bathroom in my room, the bathroom in this room has a bathtub, but the bathtub is full of water.

Water overflows to the top of the bathtub, which is in danger of overflowing at any time. I'm getting closer, and I'm still using my mobile phone to illuminate the road ahead. At this moment, I found a shadow in the bathtub.

This shadow looks like a person or a dead person.

I lit up the whole bathtub with my mobile phone, staring at the silent water like I was hypnotized, trying to see the face of the dead. When my consciousness gradually became clear, the man opened his eyes and looked straight at me for a while. ...

I sat back on the ground, my cell phone dropped, and my eyes were dark. There was water flying out of the bathtub, and I felt the cold water leaking to the floor and soaking my clothes.

Heavy and wet footsteps came from the bathtub, and the second sound of footsteps stimulated my nerves and made me feel the need to get up and run out.

I escaped from the room, not caring about my mobile phone or who this person was. I ran to the aisle and went back to the door where I came up. Then I ran downstairs and rushed to the front desk in one breath before I dared to stop.

Panting, I told the receptionist what I had seen and pointed out that we had to call the police.

The clerk seems to be afraid, not because there are dead people in the hotel, but because he is afraid of being fired. He immediately accompanied me to the manager's office behind the front desk.

"Sir," the clerk at the front desk tried his best to make his voice appear calm and steady. "What do you see?"

I told him what I saw and heard truthfully. Even, I showed him my clothes that were wet by the splashing water in the bathtub.

I don't care whether I will be arrested for trespassing or causing confusion. I really want to tell everyone what happened to me.