describe helen and frank's relationship: “I’m exhausted,” Helen said, lying down on her mattress. 
“Same here,” Frank replied. 
“Thank god this room looks better than the rest of the hotel.”
Pulling her blanket over herself, Helen tried falling asleep. She just couldn’t shake the suspicion that something was odd. Checking into the hotel, the attendant seemed a bit too eager. Her smile, however, couldn’t hide her trembling hands. Despite being in a busy downtown area, the hotel lobby was strangely quiet. 
I’m overthinking this. Maybe I’m just too exhausted.
Helen’s thoughts turned to Frank. Their honeymoon has been amazing. Walking on the beach holding hands was romantic. Sitting down, watching the sunset, the ocean waves coming and going. I want this forever. 
Knock, knock. Who could that be? Helen slowly got out from under her blanket and quietly walked toward the door to not wake up Frank. As she approached, she had a strange feeling in her stomach. Why was the attendant’s hand trembling? She looked through the peephole and saw…high heels. White heels, polished, and new. However, they had a luminescent glow around them, almost…see through. Helen couldn’t see anyone around and didn’t know who knocked. She wanted to wake Frank for protection, but he was sound asleep. Helen picked up the courage to open the door. Her breath shortened. Her hands trembled to the lock and slowly descended to the knob. Creak. Helen looked left, her face ​​statuesque, and then right down the hallway, but no one was there. Relieved, Helen looked down at the heels, but they were gone. 
A shiver went down her spine. 
“Frank!” Helen screamed.
Frank shot out of bed, still groggy, but awake. 
“Frank, we need to leave now.”
“Why?”
“Something is wrong with this hotel. I don’t know what but…we have to go.”
“Alright.”
They hurriedly packed their belongings, quickly throwing their clothes into their luggage. 
	“What did you see?” Frank asked. 
	“I saw…heels,” Helen replied, unsure how Frank would react, “They suddenly disappeared out of sight.”
	Frank didn’t react, but Helen could see the anxiousness in his eyes. Helen hurriedly ran to the door and shut off the lights. 
Click. Blood. Cuts. On the door, with the same glow as the heels. The blood was splattered across the door as if someone had…coughed it up, covering the entire door. The scratches ran deep into the wood. They stretched across the corners of the door. Helen’s eyes widened, and a cold sensation traveled across her body. Fear. 
“Helen.”
Helen turned her head. Frank was sprawled on the ground, his face devoid of color. He coughed. A drop. Then two. A stream began coming out of his mouth. 
“Frank!” 
Helen rushed toward her husband’s side. Her passion for Frank was ceaseless. Heaving Frank from the ground, Helen whips the door behind her and walks into the seemingly endless corridor. Helen was struggling, but she could see a glow on the floor. She was near the stairs. And then she looked up. 
A translucent figure was dressed in a wedding gown. Her face was beautiful, her skin delicate and fair. But her dress was ripped, her hair in tatters, and most jarring of all, a small knife in her heart. 
“Helen…”
Helen looked back down at Frank. His head sagged backward, his face completely pale,  and his lifeless body hung in her arms. Helen held back a tear. The ghost drifted beside her, watching Helen tremble. She was going to lose everything, herself, her future, and Frank. The ghost pulled the knife with the same distinct glow out of her heart. Helen closed her eyes.
Shing. 
Helen had expected a sharp pain in her body, but it never came. Instead, when she opened her eyes, the ghost, with its remorseless stare, dropped the knife in front of Helen. The knife’s glow faded, becoming…real. The ghost’s face slowly morphed into sadness.
“Why did you do this?” Helen asked
The ghost opened her mouth. A raspy voice came out.
“My husband was the love of my life,” she said, “The day after our wedding, I went to our room, and heard a noise. I went inside, and saw him with...”
Her voice trailed off. 
“I was heartbroken. He rushed towards me and stabbed me. I will never forget the merciless look he gave.”
The ghost looked down. 
“I despised him. I couldn’t bear the devastation of the loss, so I returned to this hotel and haunted him.”
Helen could remember the slashes on the walls, the blood, and the heels. Understanding materialized on her face.
“So now you will kill me?” Helen asked, “You’ve taken the love of life.” 
“No, I sense your pain. I will allow you a painless death by your own hands.”
The knife gradually rose up to Helen. She picked it up. It was a one-way ticket to be with Frank again. For a second, she could see her reflection in the blade. Sadness, despair, grief. She wanted to see Frank again.
But she couldn’t. Helen couldn’t give up, she had to live. Helen looked at the end of the corridor, a good distance away. She had to run down the stairs and out of the lobby. The only obstacle in the way was the ghost.
Helen ran. She leaped from the floor, managing to catch the ghost by surprise and gaining a few steps on her. Helen didn’t look back, but she could feel the ghost pursuing her, She bolted down the stairs, nearing the lobby. Suddenly, the ghost re-emerged from the wall. Her smile was sinister. Helen was trapped. If I could just decoy her somehow. 
She ran back up the stairs, the ghost pursuing her quickly.  Helen abruptly turned around and leaped over the ghost. Helen burst through into the lobby. The ghost wailed, unable to catch her. Helen ran through the hotel doors and escaped.
