Room 413: A Short Story

Room 413
I yanked out my ear buds. That noise had to be a scream. It was a familiar noise, a scream of a girl filled my room. Then it stopped. I looked over the window beside my bed but there is nothing on the road 4 floors below. A nearby stoplight flickered for a moment a girl was standing underneath the yellow light and then she was gone. I went back to my music, the slow strumming of the guitar and the soft voice of the singer filled my ears again. The scream started again, this time with a hard thump on the wall on the other side of the room. It was from room 413.
I remembered Mr. Deerwood telling me about room 413 while waiting in the lobby one day. His voice shushed like he was telling me a secret, “You know, that room’s previous renter killed himself?” He continued, “Rumor has it that

The bright light woke me up. My mom was beside my bed her hand acting as a pillow for her. She probably felt me move, making her wake up.
“Mr. Deerwood saw you yesterday.” She said to me. Knowing I would ask her with my confused face. She continued, “You were outside room 413 and he brought you to us. You should thank him.”
Yesterday was real after all. I wanted to cry as I moved downstairs to Mr. Deerwood. Excitedly, I knocked on his door. He opened it with a bright smile on his face and gestured for me to enter his apartment, I entered smiling.
“Thank you, Mr. Deerwood” I said to him, he served me tea from his old china teapot, I sipped on it tasting the herbs he put on it.
“You know, I heard that scream too.” He replied as he sat on the couch in front of me. I put down my tea cup and listened to him. He told me while wistfully staring at the window, “Room 413 is a room full of regrets”
I gave him a gentle smile, I understand him. He continued staring wistfully at the bright blue sky outside. He have stories on his own that I would love to listen to one day. He continued, “You’re very brave to enter that