A couple of years ago, when I was 23 years old. My car broke down and I drove as far as it would go. I ended up in front of an old beat-up house. I walked up to the scratched, old and worn out door. I knocked a couple of times until a sweet little old couple answered. They insisted that I stay until the morning when they could get some help.

At first I was scared to say yes but I thought they were nice enough, so I took them up on their generous offer. They cooked me a delicious meal and we all went to bed. They showed me which bedroom was mine for the night and as we passed another door outside of my bedroom they said to me, "Do not go into our daughter's room". I thought it was kind of strange but it wasn't my house so I respected their request.

I woke up in the middle of the night around 3 o'clock to go to the bathroom. I was curious so I peeked under the door of the daughter's room. I saw a little girl sitting in a chair facing the wall. I assumed she must have been punished and did not want me to bother her. So I went to the bathroom and then back to bed.

A couple of hours later, around 4:30 am, I became real thirsty. I needed to get some water so I got back up and headed for the kitchen. As I passed by the daughter's room, I was still so curious. I peeked in the keyhole this time. All I saw was red so I assumed they must have painted the whole room red, including the keyhole.

When I woke up in the morning, I went downstairs and thanked the old couple very much for letting me stay. They said it was no problem and asked how my night was. I said, "It was good" and complimented them on the colour of the paint job in their daughter's room. They said, "what paint job?". I then asked if their was anything special about their daughter. They said she died a couple of years ago and had one red eye.

I realised that the red I saw was nothing more than the daughter looking back at me, through the keyhole.