Room 666 Enter At Your Own Risk
Upon entering the hotel she felt a shiver go down her spine
the carpet seemed stained by something that looked like wine
He cleared his throat then with two spindly fingers passed her
an old rusted key that was attached to a long piece of twine ...
Sorry Ms Demise but Room 666 is all I have left for the night
she put the key in but noticed something didn't feel just right
there were many secrets in this old hotel and ghosts that burr
underneath the door a slimy ooze poured, she opened the light
Inside, the room was dimly lit with a red neon luminous bulb
she poured herself a stiff drink, but when she took a gulp
her vision turned blurry and her tongue swelled thick as fur
with each swish-goop she felt needle pricks inside her sculp
The next morning Ms. D. never left the hotel and never paid
a new guest arrived saw the blots but figured it was the maid
who dropped her dirty mop on the spot, Rm 666 your key Sir,
he too never left, a decrepit Concierge with eyes of cold Jade
never got tired of booking Rm 666. As he handed them the key
he told his victims, "tomorrow morning, your breakfast is free"
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