The Eighth Floor


I was staying at a hotel in Chicago Illinois during a business trip and I was going to stay for the whole weekend. It was an older hotel, one that still used small keys rather than keycards to enter the rooms. I didn’t mind, it seemed nice to get away from the onslaught of technology.

When I checked into the hotel it was packed full. A nasty storm had struck, standing many tourists and cancelling flights. No more rooms were available and many people were being turned away because of the lack of vacancy. When I approached the front desk to check in I noticed that all the keys for the rooms on the eighth floor were still on the wall. Not a single key was missing. It seemed odd that an entire floor would be vacant when so many people were all clambering to check in and get to their rooms.

I could see the clerk was stressed out and he was ready to to just give up and go home, so I tried to lighten the mood. “Kind of weird, isn’t it?”

“What is?” The clerk asked.

“How everyone on the eighth floor is missing.”

The clerk gave me an odd look and his face paled. “What do you know about the eighth floor?” He replied in a serious tone.

“What? Nothing!” I answered honestly, a little embarrassed that my attempt to lighten the mood backfired. “I just noticed that all the keys for the eighth floor are still behind the desk.”

The clerk blushed a little and tried to laugh it off. “Oh, yes, I see now…” He went back to checking me in and handed me the key to my room on the ninth floor. “Enjoy your stay.”

“I will… thanks.” I awkwardly accepted the key and grabbed my beg, heading for the elevator.

Just like the lobby the elevator was also packed, it was difficult to stand next to so many strangers so close by, let alone enter and exit the small car. I struggled to reach and press the button for the ninth floor, but I managed to see over the crowd of people and reach the button panel. It was then I noticed that the buttons seemed to be missing a floor number: 8.

“That’s funny.” I thought out loud. “I wonder why there’s no button for the eighth floor.”

But no one in the elevator reacted. They either didn’t care or they were too preoccupied and didn’t hear me.

Once I finally got to my floor and checked into my room, I took a moment to relax and unwind on the bed. I had to give a presentation tomorrow and I needed to be alert. I decided to go to bed early that night and to practice my speech a few times to make sure I sounded confident.

I took a shower, brushed me teeth and stood in front of the bathroom mirror as I practiced my sales pitch a few times.

A strange groaning sound from the room beneath me got my attention. It sounded like there was a man in pain or upset. I ignored it and continued to practice my speech. The groaning from the lower floor continued on, getting louder and louder by the minute.

Angrily I stomped on the floor as hard as I could and shouted out: “Hey buddy! Are you okay?”

There was no response, the groaning stopped.

Satisfied that the man realized he was making too much noise, I continued to practice my speech. Just as I finished the first half of my speech the groaning began again. But this time it was much louder and angry.

If this was going to go on all night there was no way I’d be prepared for my presentation tomorrow. I knocked on my neighbors door and was greeted with a grumpy response from a young woman and her new husband.

“Excuse me,” I politely tried to engage in conversation. “do you hear that noise in the room below us?”

“Noooo…” The woman sounded more confused than grouchy now. “We haven’t heard anything until you pounded on our door.”

“Oh, sorry.” I apologized, once again feeling embarrassed. “Must be the pipes of something then.” I tried to think of a possible alternate explanation so I didn’t seem like I was a crazy person. “Well, I’ll call management then. Good night.”

The couple shut the door and locked it. I returned to my room where the groaning noise continued. I picked up the phone on the small table next to the bed and called the front desk to complain about the noise. When I mentioned that it seemed to be coming from the room beneath me, a room on the eighth floor, the woman who answered the phone suddenly got quiet.

“Sir, there is no one checked in that room. It must be someone on the ninth floor.”

“No,” I tried to sound confident. “it’s not coming from the walls, it’s coming from the floor.”

“Well…” The woman sounded rattled and I could sense that she was trying to think of an explanation just to get me to hang up. “I’ll call in the maintenance crew. It’s probably a leaky pipe or a problem with the heating ducts.”

“Yeah, thanks.” I hung up the phone, not believing her for an instant.

The groaning was growing louder and angrier by the minute. I put my hands to my ears to try and block the sound but it wasn’t enough. I walked back into the bathroom and turned on the shower and the sink full blast, hoping the running water would drown the noise and it helped only a little bit.

I sat on the bathroom floor, trying to think of a way to get some sleep but I didn’t have any other options. All the rooms were full, I couldn’t request a new room and there was no way another hotel would have vacancy during this storm.

Suddenly the pipes on the shower began rattling violently. The shaking was so strong that it caused the shower to sputter as it continued to run. The sound was like thunder inside the walls and the thunder outside the hotel, as well as the pounding rain, sounded like there was a freight train barreling down the tracks right at me.

I left my room, grabbing my key and my phone, I made my way to the elevator so I could lodge a complain in the lobby. As soon as I stepped inside the elevator I remembered that the eighth floor couldn’t be accessed, the number was not an option. And I remembered that all the keys for the eighth floor were still behind the desk at the lobby. How could anyone check into a room on the eighth floor?

Curious I exited the elevator and made my way for the stairs. I walked down the stairwell from the ninth floor and directly onto the seventh! That’s impossible, I told myself. I walked back up the stairs and double checked the floor numbers, sure enough, just like the elevator, there was no number 8.

I walked up and down the staircase a few times, trying to figure out what was going on, when I noticed a small imperfection in the wall next to the doorway that led onto the seventh floor. I checked and realized that it was a gap. The gap was between a hidden door and its door frame.

Using my fingertips I pried the door open and found a small staircase leading back up one flight. Up to the otherwise non existent eighth floor. It was dark and dusty, like no one had used this passageway in years.

I used the screen on my phone to light my way as I made way through up the secret stairs. There was another door at the top of the stairs, it wasn’t sealed away or hidden, it was easily accessible. The door was numbered 8.

Opening the door I found myself on the eighth floor and alone. I could just feel it, there was no one else on the floor with me. It was dark in the long hallway, not even the exit signs were lit up. I continued to use my phone as I walked down the hallway, checking each door as I passed. They were all locked, that is, except for one door. The unlocked door was for the room directly beneath mine.

I knocked once, just to make sure no one was secretly checked into the room, but no one replied. I opened the door, still trying to figure out why this door was unlocked, and found myself standing in a room that mirrored my own perfectly.

The lights didn’t work, I tried the switch a few times but there was no power on this floor. “Hello?” I called out into the room. “Is… is anyone in here?”

Still no response. I went over to the phone and picked it up, but the line was dead. The amount of dust and cobwebs told me that no one was in this room and no one had been for quite some time, but I still felt compelled to look around.

I opened the door to the bathroom and was taken aback by what I saw in the room. There was bath tub in the room, unlike mine which had a shower, and the tub was full of water. The water was at the top of the tub, threatening to spill over at any moment. I stepped closer, still using my phone to light my way, when I noticed a dark figure in the tub.

It looked like a man. A dead man.

Shining my phone over the tub and I stared down into the still water, as if in a trance, trying to look at the man’s dead face. As my senses slowly came back to me the man’s eyes opened and he looked directly at me.

I fell back on the floor, dropping my phone and losing my light.

A splashing sound came from the tub and I could feel cold water spilling onto the floor, soaking into my clothes. The sound of a heavy, wet footstep exited the tub. The second footstep was all the motivation I needed to get up and run!

I bolted from the room, not caring about my phone or who the man was, and ran down the hall back to the door from whence I entered. I ran down the stairs, all the way down into the lobby and didn’t stop until I collided with the desk.

Breathlessly I tried to tell the clerk what I had seen and that we needed to call the police.

The clerk, who looked scared, not so much because there was a dead body in the hotel but more like he was afraid of getting fired, escorted me to the managers office behind the desk.

“Sir,” the clerk tried to sound calm and reassuring. “what did you see exactly?”

I told him what I had seen and what I had heard. I showed him the wet spots on my clothes where the tub’s water splashed on me. I didn’t care if I got arrested for trespassing or for causing a disturbance, I had to tell someone what happened.

The clerk listened intently to my story, not blinking, not looking away. When I finished he got up and walked over to a large file cabinet. He opened an unmarked drawer and began thumbing through an extensive collection of files. Pulling a file from the drawer he opened it up and pulled out a very old newspaper article.

“Is this the man you saw?” He asked as he handed me the article.

I looked at the clipping and felt my stomach drop. It was him. That was the man.

The clerk sat down across from me and smiled a little. “You’re not the first to see him.”

That was not the reaction I was expecting.

“Read the article, it should help clear things up.”

The article told the story of a man who had gone away on business and returned home to discover that his pregnant wife had been cheating on him and that the baby wasn’t his. Heartbroken and betrayed the man checked him into the hotel and never left his room. He was heard crying and wailing in heartbreak for three days before he finally stopped. When the maid entered his room to clean she found his body in the bathtub. He had taken his own life, drowning himself after ingesting many sleeping pills.

“Is this… Is this why you don’t let anyone check in on the eighth floor? Because of him?” I asked feeling more at ease knowing that I wasn’t crazy.

“No.” The clerk admitted. “He’s only one of the reasons we don’t let anyone check in on the eighth floor.”

“What… What do you mean?”

The clerk just smiled again. “You see that file cabinet?”


“And that unmarked drawer on the bottom?”

“Yeah,” I answered again. “what of it?”

“That drawer contains every reason don’t let anyone check in on the eighth floor. Ever since this hotel opened in 1873, we’ve had people die in very unusual ways. Always on the eighth floor.”

“That’s strange.” I commented, feeling a little queasy.

“What’s stranger is the fact that no two deaths were the same AND no two deaths ever took place in the same room. Each room on the eighth floor has housed a tragic death, and each room has been reportedly haunted by the dead.”

That sent a shiver up my spine. “What… How… Are you telling me the eighth floor is cursed? Anyone who checks into a room is going to die or be haunted?”

The clerk bowed his head. “It’s not just the rooms that have seen death. Maintenance workers have died attempting simple repairs. One man was electrocuted trying to fix the lights. Another fell down the elevator shaft to his death. A maid was found dead, hanging by her neck at the end of the hallway.”

I sat in transfixed fear at the story the clerk had just told me and I didn’t want to believe it. “But… shouldn’t we call the police? I SAW a body!”

“Everyone does.” The clerk explained. “Even the police have seen the bodies, but have never been able to explain the situations.”

I didn’t know what to do. It was late, I was exhausted and I didn’t want to cause any more disturbances. Reluctantly I returned to my room. I took the elevator and held my breath as the car passed by the sealed off eighth floor. As I approached my room I saw something on the wet floor outside my door.

It was my phone.

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  • Commented on July 31, 2017 at 10:03 am

    Loved the story.

  • Commented on July 31, 2017 at 8:15 pm

    Pretty nice pasta, especially liked the writing style. Although the ending is a bit weak ; unlike other similar pastas where the drop either places the main character in an unescapable situation or reveals a terrible truth, there is no such ineluctability here. He can simply choose to get his phone and go the fuck outta here.

    Still a nice effort though. Would love to see you try again with another subject, you show promising potential.

  • Commented on August 1, 2017 at 3:19 pm

    Do A Part 2 Please

  • Johnny5
    Commented on August 2, 2017 at 12:22 am

    It was an earnest attempt at an original pasta but it borrowed too many elements from other tales not to mention horror-themed films. The first third was fairly compelling but it lost momentum at the end with the very contrived, conventional twist. Grammar and spelling errors are also pet peeves of mine so I’m giving it a 5.5/10.

  • John Daniel Torrance
    Commented on August 2, 2017 at 1:44 am

    Very reminiscent of both The Shining and 1408, love the twist at the end!!

  • Commented on August 2, 2017 at 2:02 am

    Great story. The phone showing up at the door was awesome.

  • Commented on August 2, 2017 at 5:00 am

    Hopefully, his phone is waterproof.

  • Commented on August 2, 2017 at 6:02 am

    Oooh, super creepy!

    Loved it!

  • Commented on August 2, 2017 at 9:27 am

    This was one I couldn’t wait to see on here, brava!

  • Commented on August 2, 2017 at 3:56 pm

    Good story, some spelling and grammar mistakes though.

  • Commented on August 3, 2017 at 1:19 am

    That was great!!!

  • tukang makan
    Commented on August 3, 2017 at 1:40 am

    I feel like re-reading the Shining throughout the story. It’s very different, but the creepiness is almost at the same level ^^

  • hellothere
    Commented on August 3, 2017 at 9:47 pm

    great story the build up to the twist at the end was ace

  • hellothere
    Commented on August 3, 2017 at 9:49 pm

    great story the build up to the twist at the end was brill

  • Commented on August 4, 2017 at 12:20 am

    Awesome story, previously mentioned spelling and grammar mistakes are a slight annoyance but don’t really take anything away from the experience for me. Good job

  • FenDi
    Commented on August 4, 2017 at 5:09 am

    He should have a story for each room and make a series going over the files.

  • Commented on August 5, 2017 at 2:56 am

    Surprisingly thoughtful for a suicidally angry and depressed person on tranquilizers..

  • Commented on August 6, 2017 at 1:34 am

    The guy returned to borrow his shower because the one on the 8th floor was old and broke xD

  • Commented on August 7, 2017 at 5:45 am

    This was an amazing story. I would love to see more like this

  • Commented on August 7, 2017 at 12:58 pm

    Fun story! Reminds me of the Congress Plaza Hotel in Chicago. But it was built in 1893. And not sure if just the 8th floor is haunted.

  • Commented on August 7, 2017 at 1:09 pm

    Hey, he may have been dead, but at least he returned your phone!

  • Commented on August 9, 2017 at 1:42 am

    he arrived on the 8th floor

  • ITH
    Commented on August 9, 2017 at 7:45 am

    Reminds me of why there is no 13th floor in buildings.

  • Commented on August 10, 2017 at 7:50 pm

    Good pasta

    Commented on August 11, 2017 at 11:37 am

    Good in the beginning but not good enough ending

  • Commented on August 13, 2017 at 4:30 am

    Oh shi-

  • xii
    Commented on August 14, 2017 at 2:33 pm

    It was a great story but there was a spelling mistake. It was were you said, “I was brushing me teeth”

  • Commented on August 14, 2017 at 3:04 pm

    A few spelling and grammatical mistakes are the least of your worries when it comes to pasta submissions. Go review some! I guarantee you will never comment about one or two spelling errors again once you see the terrible plot lines, continuity issues, complete ignorance of current pastas (poorly rewritten stories), no endings, no character development, and sometimes everything is misspelled and grammar is alien to the author.
    I digress. This one I am proud to see approved, there are so few of this caliber coming through it makes one wonder why even bother…

  • Commented on August 15, 2017 at 3:16 am

    Dude, good job. Kept me in the story the whole time, right when I started to slightly get a little bored of the description of some things you sucked me right back into it. Good shit man!

  • Commented on August 15, 2017 at 12:15 pm

    I thought it was pretty good but the ending could have been better. And i don’t thing you played tub guy quite right.

  • Commented on August 15, 2017 at 10:37 pm

    This is ranks 6 out of 10. Great story!

  • Commented on August 16, 2017 at 9:55 pm

    This story wasn’t the best. 4/10

  • 5CO
    Commented on August 17, 2017 at 7:21 am

    Can I put thıs story on my youtube channel it is the nightmare reader

  • Commented on August 17, 2017 at 9:13 pm

    It was good, reminds me of a horror movie i watched when i was younger.

  • Nun ur bizz
    Commented on August 18, 2017 at 2:04 pm

    When he said”his eyes looked at me” (or something along those lines):/ my heart dropped

  • Commented on August 19, 2017 at 9:11 pm

    So the poor guy was just trying to give your phone back.
    I love happy endings.

  • DontTurnAround
    Commented on August 20, 2017 at 4:14 am

    he borrowed your phone to take a selfie #SoWet

  • Commented on August 21, 2017 at 1:33 am

    Aawww, thanks buddy. Some people are just so misunderstood. There’s nothing to be scared of. He just wanted to return your phone. Nothing wrong with that, right?

  • Commented on August 23, 2017 at 9:39 pm

    good story

  • Commented on August 25, 2017 at 6:39 pm

    this is a great story!

  • Commented on August 26, 2017 at 2:04 pm

    Another haunted hotel story. Kind of typical but still a good read

  • Commented on August 28, 2017 at 8:27 pm

    Nice story but watch the spelling mistakes;)

  • foxxxy187
    Commented on September 1, 2017 at 6:42 pm

    Who was phone ?

  • Derp
    Commented on September 7, 2017 at 6:36 am

    well this was definitely some interesting read there was spelling mistakes but that did’t matter what really surprised me is when the body of the man actually started moving that gave me a little scare but other wise that read wasn’t half bad ive read better but yes it was good read not as many of these storys are as good or as long as this so i liked it

  • Commented on September 8, 2017 at 9:50 am

    I enjoyed it, but all I could think of the entire time was how much it reminded me of American Horror Story Hotel.

  • GSV
    Commented on September 18, 2017 at 2:41 am

    Great story, definitely worth a read. 5/5

  • Commented on September 20, 2017 at 2:54 am

    To be honest, I’m so confused right now. Don’t hate towards my comment, I don’t need any harmful comments…

    I just need an explanation.

  • Commented on September 21, 2017 at 10:48 pm

    Better then other haunted hotel stories cause usually it’s only one room or the entire hotel also a very thoughtful dead person deciding to get outta the tub splash splash and be like bro here’s ur phone just gon put it here there ya go

  • Commented on September 22, 2017 at 2:18 am

    It was actually quite good, considering the background was really vague

  • Commented on October 4, 2017 at 3:45 pm

    the story was interesting but i felt like i was waiting for some jumpy moment it felt a little unfinished but maybe you could write a part two it was a good story great even just not as CREEPY as i would think it should be

    overall i enjoyed it though

  • Commented on October 6, 2017 at 2:00 pm

    OMG this was good. I definitely didn’t see the ending coming.

  • Commented on October 9, 2017 at 1:11 am

    Nice job

  • Commented on October 9, 2017 at 12:08 pm

    I loved this, very creepy.

  • FangirlOfStuff
    Commented on October 13, 2017 at 11:47 pm

    Very good!!! I wish I could write story’s like that!!! Oh look, I’m starting to sound like my teacher… STILL AMAZING

  • Commented on October 15, 2017 at 6:25 pm

    This was gr8

  • Commented on October 24, 2017 at 8:07 am

    great story! I really enjoyed the twist near the end.

  • Alex
    Commented on October 27, 2017 at 5:02 pm

    How long is hotel management going to leave the 8th floor keys hanging behind the front desk? Apparently the floor has been absndondoned and sealed off for years.

  • Commented on October 28, 2017 at 8:21 am

    similar to the movie 1408

  • Commented on October 28, 2017 at 3:44 pm

    great pasta with a few grammatical mistakes but still great

  • Commented on October 31, 2017 at 3:11 pm

    Not bad! I will say it was kind of an up and down roller coaster for me. One minute you would have me a little bored with description, and the next you would suck me back in! I love the AHS: Hotel vibes I get from this. Good job. 🙂

  • Commented on November 1, 2017 at 11:34 pm

    This story was great! So much so I narrated I thought the end was great to be honest…

  • Commented on November 7, 2017 at 7:53 pm

    Someone has watched 1408 huh

  • Commented on December 4, 2017 at 6:23 pm

    Really like the story, but the only thing I’m concerned about is if his phone is waterproof or not. Now THAT is a nightmare.

  • Commented on December 8, 2017 at 8:27 pm

    It’s pretty obvious that the dead guy came to use his shower because his is filled with blood and sorrow… but not before looking up free P O R N on the guys phone

  • Commented on December 10, 2017 at 5:54 am

    Very delicious pasta, 9/10

  • Commented on December 19, 2017 at 9:17 pm

    I actually work at a hotel, and this creeped me right out. Well written, and scary. I loved it.

  • Commented on February 22, 2018 at 2:40 am

    A great story for me, and that is very nice of the guy to give you your phone back;)

  • Commented on March 30, 2018 at 4:49 pm

    Wow! I love this!
    Would it be alright for me to do a video reading of this story?
    I’d be posting it to YouTube, and I’ll credit you the writer as well.

  • Commented on May 11, 2018 at 9:20 pm

    Has no one seen the movie 1408? 😐 This is insanely close to that story line. Disappointing.

  • maranda
    Commented on May 31, 2018 at 7:58 pm

    This is MINDFUCK!!

  • Commented on October 15, 2019 at 4:08 pm

    I really liked the story, and how calm the man is behind the desk about the situation towards the end just shows how often he deals with this, I really like it. He’s probably worked with this a lot and he’s just used to it at this point, which I really like how it’s contrasted with the main characters urgency that he doesn’t have.

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