My my I've been gone for so long...but I believe I'm finally back!

About a month ago I got 1408 off Netflix. I needed a new movie to watch and that came to mind. (New as in new for me lol)

Boy, I don't regret it!

Finding out it was a Stephen King story, that was another reason to like, (My mom is a SK nerd and I've about seen all the movies cause of her) but I'm a thrill seeker, so that was also another reason I got this movie!

...After watching though, my real reason to love it though is John Cusack (Yes, I've seen him before, but I guess he needed to die for me to love him). After watching 1408 more then a person should, I've finally decided. FANFIC TIME! 3 3

Now here's my story of 1408! (Same story as movie, but of course there will be changes)

1408

"When you've seen the end of the world, it isn't easy to not believe in any other stories told. ...So, why didn't I believe in this one? ...Was it because I didn't believe in hers?..."

"You're not going anywhere. You're staying here with us..."

–

Mike Enslin, a man in his late thirties, with dark brown shaggy hair and matching dark eyes. He wore slacks and a suit jacket...he wasn't dressed up though, for under, he wore a worn down Hawaiian shirt and a black band shirt under that. He stood before a HUGE hotel. A smug, questioning look on his face. In his hand was a small postcard, the picture was of the hotel shining in the night. On the back side was a small note.

"Heard you're looking for a thrill, come to the Dolphin.

Room 1408, you won't regret it."

He lifted the card and gave the note a look over. There was no return address...but that didn't matter to him. All that mattered was the challenge it held. Stuffing it into his pocket, he stepped inside.

–

As Mike approached the desk, the secretary gave a big smile. Mike gave a small one in return. "As fake as the ghost I've come to know..."

"Welcome to The Dolphin, How may I help you?"

"I'd like to buy a room, one night...1408, if you don't mind."

The secretary eyed her computer, then she returned her gaze to Mike and flashed another fake smile. "If you'll excuse me..." With a nod, Mike eyed her as she walked away and he followed with his eyes as she vanished into a room.

–

The secretary stopped before a desk, and held her hands together, bowing her head slightly. "Sir, a man is here requesting to be put in room 1408. Shall I transfer him to another?"

"No no, I'll handle it...thank you."

–

Mike tapped his fingers boredly against the handle of his bag. His gaze wandered the lobby as his patience began to wear thin. Glancing once more to the door the secretary had vanished behind, he found himself meeting her gaze...and another mans. About the same age, he was a dark haired man, with dark eyes, and a tinted gray beard. He wore a typical work suit, a small "Manager" pin on the breast.

He approached with a smile, a fake and SLIGHTLY annoyed smile. Mike replied with his own. "Good evening, I am Manager Gerald Olin." The two shared a quick hand shake. "...I'm sorry to inform you this, but 1408 is unavailable at the time. Perhaps we can interest you in another...slightly, BETTER room?"

They shared one anothers look, smiles never leaving their faces. As if challenging one another...Who would break first?

Mike pulled the postcard from his pocket, and with both hands he held it note side out to Olin. "I got this in the mail today...no return address, so I'm going to assume you sent it. ...Can you see what it says?"

"I can..." Mike's smile grew as he noticed Olin's falter. He had given the words a quick glance and his eyes did not show happiness. "...But, as I said before, room 1408 is unavailable."

"So I'll come back tomorrow..." Olin chuckled softly shaking his head, Mike gave a nod. "If it's a game he wants to play, I'll play it." "Scratch that! Next week..." He quickly shook his head, holding up a finger. "No, no..." He leaned close. "A month from now..."

The two shared a looked, and Olin stood tall. Smile gone...a face of serious now. "Why is having this room so important, Mr...?"

"Enslin, Mike Enslin." He waved the postcard a little, as he returned it to his pocket. "...Because you asked me to..." He put his hands together in front of him and rocked back on his heels some. "...and it's for a job."

Olin raised a brow, looking him over.

"I'm a writer...I write about the paranormal and.."

Olin gave a chuckle and knowing nod. "So you're THAT Mike Enslin. ...Pleasure meeting you, and again another apology. ...Job or not though, I can't give you that room." As he turned to walk away, he stopped and blinked as Mike held out his hand.

"Give me the one next to it..." Olin blinked facing him. "...And I'll just stay until it becomes available." Olin was left speechless, but he had no other choice. With a sigh, he motioned Mike to follow him over to the desk. Mike smiled, triumphing.

Big fat 0 for the opening scare.

Very hard to stray from the story, yet stay with it so it doesn't become a mess. I think I did good though.

I really like Olin and Mike's rivalry. (Sam and John go off each other well) Also, their ages, not to sure where their characters fall so I just went with what I saw.

Hope you enjoy

NOTE: The first line was inspired by another movie. Can you tell me which?