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Piya2008 GuestbookSufi048 (11 years ago) Once there was a traveller. Who was travelling through japan. He goes to an old hotel, booked a room. He got in and after sometime when he was about to sleep. He heard a piano's voice from the room next to him. It was very gud. He realy liked it. And went tothat room and peeked through key hole. He saw agirl's back and she was playing the piano. Same thing happnd next three days. Then on the last day, when he was about to check out, he peeked again but all he could see was red colour. He was surprised. He went to the lobby and askedthe manager that who was in that room. The manager told him that room was empty as a girl committed suicide in that room. She liked to play piano and there was something different about her. Her eyes were all red. Sufi048 (11 years ago) Once there was a traveller. Who was travelling through japan. He goes to an old hotel, booked a room. He got in and after sometime when he was about to sleep. He heard a piano's voice from the room next to him. It was very gud. He realy liked it. And went tothat room and peeked through key hole. He saw agirl's back and she was playing the piano. Same thing happnd next three days. Then on the last day, when he was about to check out, he peeked again but all he could see was red colour. He was surprised. He went to the lobby and askedthe manager that who was in that room. The manager told him that room was empty as a girl committed suicide in that room. She liked to play piano and there was something different about her. Her eyes were all red. | |