Many months ago (July) I promised this story to a group of readers. Then I got sidetracked and wrote three other stories instead. Then, the other day, I finished one of those stories. Then I asked another group of readers if they would prefer this story or a different one, and this one won! So here it is…finally. This was inspired by two things: The Twilight Zone, which is a great show, and a story called The Twilight Ed by Scary Spikender. That is a literally AMAZING story that is genuinely scary… I don't think I slept at all the night I read it! So now I'll try my hand at writing a horror, in the style of The Twilight Zone…this should be good.

Let's see what the gang is like after crossing over into….the Twilight zone


This door is unlocked by the imagination, inside it is another dimension.

A land of sight, sound, and mind….

…Of things and ideas.

A world beyond our own.

You've just stumbled into….

The Twilight zone.

*television static*


"I don't like this hotel, guys…" Tori said, glancing around the lobby as the gang walked in. Tori had always had somewhat of a sixth sense. It was like she could sense trouble brewing.

"One time my brother was staying at a hotel, but he harassed the room service lady, and now he isn't allowed to stay at that hotel anymore!" Cat said brightly. Cat, unlike Tori, was entirely naïve when it came to things like danger and trouble. It could walk up to her wearing a name tag and introduce itself – she'd never know it until it practically smacked her in the face.

The Black Pine Manor was at least 200 years old and hadn't been remodeled much since it was opened. The lobby had strange paintings, of peculiar looking people and there seemed to be cobwebs in every corner. In contrast, the young lady at the desk, who looked to be about 20, was dressed modernly and obviously bored, playing a game on a green pear-phone. It made sense that she would be bored, there wasn't a single other person in the lobby, and there seemed to be no other guests. She looked up, hearing Tori's voice, and her face lit up.

"Guests?" she asked excitedly.

"Are there any rooms available?" Beck asked her, walking up to the desk. She nodded quickly.

"I think there are like, 7 other people staying here, total," she said, pulling out some papers.

"Guys, are we sure we want to stay here?" Robbie asked, looking around nervously. The girl's face fell. Robbie didn't have an innocent deposition when it came to possible danger; he was simply skittish.

YES, Robbie. I like it here," Jade said, staring at a particularly disturbing painting. On the contrary, Jade loved danger and macabre things.

"But-" Robbie started again, but Andre cut him off.

"Come on. It's almost midnight and it's pouring rain," Andre said. Robbie sighed, and went to stand next to Cat, who seemed a little uneasy about the place herself. She'd glanced around at the strange paintings and bizarre décor and had started to get wind of the fact that this place was odd.

The 6 were on a road trip to celebrate spring break, and were traveling in the direction of their first stop, the National Scissor Museum in Utah. It was Jade's idea to go there. Cat wanted to go to Dylan's Candy Bar, which would be their last stop, it being in New York. Tori and Andre wanted to visit the Music Hall of Fame, Robbie wanted to see the world's biggest ball of twine, and Beck wanted to go to the Men's Hairstyling Emporium in Pennsylvania.

"Here's your room key, room 268. I hope you enjoy your stay at the Black Pine Manor," the girl smiled, showcasing a small gap in between her 2 front teeth, explaining the slight whistle in her voice. Even she seemed a tad creepy, with her very pale skin, blue-violet eyes, and whistle-ly voice

"Guys, let's go. Jade! Stop staring at the paintings, we're going to our room now!" Tori called. Jade walked over grudgingly.

"I'm coming over here because I want to, not because Vega told me to." Stubborness what another peronslaity trait of Jade's.

"Where's the elevator?" Andre asked.

"There isn't one. Just stairs," the girl at the desk said, pointing to the stair case.

Before anyone could groan about the lack of elevators, a man in a business suit came down the stairs, a sour expression on his face, a large stain on the front of his jacket. He looked at the teenagers before jabbing a finger at Cat.

"YOU!" he growled. Everyone stared at him, confused. "That young lady grabbed my water bottle, and dumped it on me!"

"No, she didn't!" Robbie said.

"Sir, Cat has been with us this whole time. We just checked in," Tori added.

"I know she did it. There less than ten people here and you could never miss that fire-engine red hair," the man argued.

"It's actually red-velvet cupcake red," Cat said.

"Whatever! You can argue all you want, she did it!" the man yelled, pushing past them.

"That was…strange," Beck said.

It was about to get a lot stranger.