Possessed by a Prostitute

It was late one night about a week or so before Halloween, you had spent a lot of the evening packing up before walking out into the living room with a duffel bag over your shoulder.

"I can't believe you're actually going through with this."

Your roommate Danny spoke to you barely taking his eyes off the TV as he was more focused on his video games. He had a point, spending the night at a old abandoned brothel on a date was stupid but you wanted to prove yourself to some of the other guys on campus that you were cool.

"Whatever it's just one night, besides I'll be spending my time more productively than you."

Danny was a nice enough guy, slightly overweight, shaggy, hair and not very good with the ladies. Although you were one to talk.

You are John a slender, feminine, dorky guy who was sick of being seen as "cute" or "adorable" by all the girls at school. Hopefully after going through all of this some of the girls might start looking at you differently.

You looked at your watch and it was almost 11:00 you figured you'd want to get at least some sleep, even if you were spending the night in a condemned building.

"Well whatever, don't get killed by a ghost... Or a homeless person."

Danny left you with those words of advice. And with that you waved him off and left your apartment.

It was chilly outside as you got to your car. The drive to the old brothel was a pretty quick one no more than 20 minutes from your place. As you stepped out of your car and made your way to the side entrance you gave the rusted door a tug. As the kids at school had said the door swung open having been unlocked, or perhaps the lock broke off years ago. Regardless you stepped inside to the dark dusty building.

The pink velvet walls had lost most of the color, it was closer to a drab grey now and everything looked slightly moist. You weren't concerned with ghosts, more so with finding a suitable place to sleep. You made your way past the receptionists desk and found yourself slightly aroused at the many nude photographs around you. At the desk there were plenty of condoms and sex toys, you didn't dare touch any of them thinking about how old they might be.

Eventually you made your way upstairs, a hallway lined with doors all numbered, you could only imagine the noises coming out of this place in it's prime but now it was eerily quiet. You tried a few doors and most of them were locked. Finally you made your way to room 206 as you touched the handle you felt a chill go through your entire body. Had you been superstitious you would have turned around and went home.

As you entered the room in the center you saw a comfortable looking bed, it was vaguely heart shaped and the deep red blanket on top was suspiciously clean. In fact the entire room had looked like it was untouched since the place closed down. You walked into the room and placed you bag on the dresser before sitting on the bed. It wasn't super comfortable but it would do for the night.

You were planning on just going to bed but just before you did you remembered to get some proof that you were here. You take out your phone and hold it up to take a selfie. The camera flashes and you look at the photo to see how it came out.