Freaky stories: Just a dream?

(My dear friend Charmaine helped me with the ending)

Stumbling down the street
Vision blurred
Speech slurred
He felt incomplete

He made his way to his motel room
Uncontrollable feet
Slow heartbeat
While thinking about his possible doom

Throwing himself on his cold bed
Flooding memories
Never ending reveries
Surrounded him with an atmosphere of dread

He heard a voice outside his door
Beautifully singing
Sweetly ringing
In his ear; he couldn't help but want to hear more

He slowly approached his keyhole
Took a peek
Saw a fine physique
And desire rose up from within his soul

Of course he only saw her back
With raven hair
Skin so fair
And a white dress that could give you a heart attack

He backed away from the door for a second
The singing ceased
Deafening silence increased
"You should take another look," his subconcious reckoned

And another look he took, only this time . . .
He was greeted
By a
Bloody
Eye
Staring
Back
At
Him

He suddenly felt cold
Heart in his throat
Fear set afloat
A loud scream he failed to hold . . .

The lights in his room suddenly went off
And he was consumed by darkness

"It's not a dream." A voice said

The creeping tone of his heart tolled his thoughts again
Another repeat
Of something he did
Something that has claimed his soul