Dark Haunted house 3

There was once a legend that the deserted and dark house on the thirteenth lane would have an extra room which would appear on Friday the thirteenth, in additional to the twelve existing rooms. On the next Friday the thirteenth night, I had to wait until the moon had risen. I pushed the rusty brown door a few inches and peeked inside. It was pitch dark inside but the faint moonlight from the broken window allowed me to see the dusty room. Cobwebs were hanging everywhere and the floorboards creaked with every step I took. The furniture was dusty and I rushed up the stairs as I could feel Goosebumps crawling up my skin. I kept my pace and walked down the hall while murmuring to myself, "one, two, three ... ten, eleven, twelve ... Here it is..." The door was splattered with blood but curiosity killed the cat once again. I searched inside my pocket for a mini torchlight before opening the door and I screamed when I saw a ghastly and pale face which I reconised as my own grinning at me while being hanged inside the room with a few other dead bodies inside. The next thing I remembered was being at home, having a incredulously high fever.