"Ginger!" I called into the dark forest ahead of me.
I was looking for my dog. Earlier today, I had been walking her along the edge of the forest behind my house.
Since it was late, I was instructed to stay out of the forest, but in anger at my mom, and at life in general, I walked into the forest anyway.
As I walked along the path, I guess ginger saw a squirrel or something, and shot off, pulling her leash out of my hand, turning away from the trail and bounding off into the dark forest.
That's what got me here. Wandering through a part of the forest that I've never been through. An area with such dense trees that moonlight could just barely shine through. Luckily, there was a slight path in the dense foliage.
Struggling through the dark path, I kept calling for my grey and black bull mastiff, but received no answer.
'Maybe I should be getting back home.' I thought to myself as I turned around to face a wall of pure, thick, foliage that was clearly way too thick to push through.
Looking around, I saw that the whole forest around me had tired just as dense as it was behind me.
Turning back around, I decided that it was better to just get to the other end of this forest instead of getting swallowed by this forest.
After about an hour of walking, I came to a large, brown, window studded, brick building with a slightly menacing looking wooden castle-like door. Next to the door sat a single oil lamp that burned a dim orange light, making the sign above the door just barely visible.
"Gregory House" it read.
"A hotel in the middle of the forest? Eh, well, if I've seen a guy dancing naked in the street throwing skittles at people, then It's very plausible that someone would open a frigging hotel in the middle of a forest." I said as I knocked on the door. "Must be terrible for business though."
As I waited for someone to open the door, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my mp3 player along with my headphones. Plugging the thing in, I put one bud in my ear and started playing why worry by set it off.
After a moment, the door creaked open in a way that wouldn't have been out of place in a horror movie.
Being a kind of stereotypical black girl, the alarms in my head went off, telling me to turn the hell around and clear the premise. However, I was tired. I needed a place to crash for now.
Carefully I walked into the hotel, and I was pleasantly surprised by what it looked like inside. Instead of the place being all decrepit and dirty like I expected, the place was oddly cushy and luxurious. Well kept too.
In the middle of the foyer were some red sofas and chairs that looked really comfortable in all honesty. They all surrounded a small coffee table with nothing but a vase with four buttercups in it, and a stack of magazines. Above all of this was a simple, but pretty, crystal chandelier.
Directly in front of me was a large wooden double door that seemed like the source of the smell of food that was in the air. On either side of the room was both a door and a staircase.
"Hello there. Welcome to Gregory House" someone next to me said.
I jumped and looked around in alarm.
I hadn't noticed the hotel's front seat next to the door, and by extension, the person, or should I say, rat, behind the counter.
"Oh my, you seem jumpy, best I don't spook you or you may just get scared to death." He said with a laugh at the end that slightly creeped me out.
"Uhhh hello, how much does it cost to stay here? I need a place to sleep for the night."
"No need to pay. Just being here is good enough." He said as he got out from behind the desk and grabbed a large keyring from off of a hook on the wall. ,"Come. I have a room waiting for you." There's that creepy laugh again. I swear. That laugh makes my hair stand on end.
He walked across the foyer to the door on the right side. Passing through it, we entered part of what I expected was a long hall. In front of me was a door labeled library.
We kept walking and turned the corner into the rest of the hallway. This hall was studded with doors on one side and windows on the other.
Soon we came to a door labeled with the number 205.
The rat unlocked the door and opened it up, revealing a small room that only housed a small bed on one side, and on the other, a desk, a dresser and a closet.
"This is your room. Here's your key." He said as he handed me a small brass key. ,"If you need anything, ask for Gregory mouse. That's me."
I nodded.
He smiled ,"Have a nice stay...Zaiah." He gave that laugh again and walked away.
I closed the door and turned around. I took out my earbuds and turned off my mp3, laying it on the desk. Then I slipped off my jacket and shoes, then collapsed into the bed.
Just as I was falling asleep, something occurred to me.
How did Gregory know my name was Zaiah?
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Heyooo errbodeh!
Wassup!
Well lookie lookie. We've got a ghs story. Bet no one knows what this is. No one remembers this show even though it was freaking good. Well that's what I'm here for. If you want to see Gregory horror show, just look it up on YouTube. All of the episodes are there somewhere. Check it out! It's a really good show. Plus, it's not even scary. It's more of a psychological thing. It's weird.
Anyway, that's all I wanted to say,
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