There was once a man who, after is trip interstate took longer than expected, decided to
spend the night a shaggy looking motel. When he asked manager for a spare room, she
answered that the only one they had left was a two-roomed apartment; and the door to
the second room was bolted. Left without much of a choice, the man chose to take the
room anyway. He went to bed relatively early. That night, the man was awoken by what
seemed to be music floating in from the next room. Of-course he was surprised, as the
room should be empty. So in curiosity, he peeped through the large keyhole of the door.
There in the second room, he saw a ballerina dancing to the music. Thinking that the
manager must have forgotten she rented out the room, the man went back to bed.
However, nearly two hours later the music still hadn't stopped.
Unable to sleep, the man
went over and tapped on the door, hopping to get a small talk with the girl. The music
stopped immediately. Rather taken aback by the suddenness, the man peeped through
the key whole again. However, this time he saw nothing but red. The baffled man
decided that the girl must have noticed him and covered up the key whole to stop him
spying. Feeling a little embarrassed, he went back to bed and slept the rest of the night.
Next morning, the man went to ask the manager about that ballerina next door. But the
manager was more surprised than he was. "Why, no one's stayed in that room for
years!" she cried. The last person who lived there died a long time ago. She was my
daughter." After saying this, the manager handed the man a picture...