A Spooky Halloween at the Tipton

Prologue

It was October 1st, 2007 at the Tipton. It was storming outside, and weather reporters expected it to be that way for the entire month. The now 14 year old Martin twins still lived at the Tipton. They both loved the scary holiday of Halloween.

"You know what would be cool?" asked Cody.

"What?" his brother, Zack, asked.

They were both in their room, which had Halloween decorations everywhere. They had fake cobwebs on furniture, black and orange bed covers, small gargoyle statues on their dressers, witch puppets, etc. They were waiting for their mom, Carrie Martin, to get home with the pumpkins. They were going to make Jack-O-Lanterns that night, and put them in the kitchen. They both had great ideas of what their Jack-O-Lanterns' faces were going to look like.

"If one of the floors at the Tipton were turned into a haunted house kind of thing," replied Cody.

"That would be awesome. The best floor for it would be the eighth floor. I heard Suite 813 was haunted."

"Yeah, and so was Suite 613 when we were twelve," said Cody, rolling his eyes.

"Oh well, this is different. The story is that a nice man checked into that suite. A few weeks later, he met a mean woman, named Bella, but he was blinded to her evilness by her beauty. He married her, but they fought a lot. Soon, he became almost as mean as her because he was tired of fighting. Then, one night, they got into such a big fight that he went mad, and killed her. He was sent to jail. Now, Bella haunts the suite," Zack said in a spooky voice.

Right after he finished the last sentence, thunder clapped very loudly, accompanied by a strong streak of lightning ripping through the dark gray night sky. Cody jumped, and then expected his brother to laugh. He thought Zack had just made up the story. But he didn't laugh. He looked just as spooked out as Cody.

"Then the 8th floor would be good," Cody said, gulping.

"But there's still one problem," said Zack.

"What?"

"Moseby wouldn't want to do it," answered Zack.

Cody and Zack sat there. Cody looked half scared about the story, and half bummed about not being able to do the haunted house thing. Zack looked the same. But then Cody's face lit up. Zack looked at him strangely, wondering why he would be happy.

"I just got an idea of how to get Moseby to let us do it!" exclaimed Cody.

"How?"

"Just follow my lead," said Cody.

They left the hotel, and went to the lobby, where Mr. Moseby was talking to someone. As the person he was talking to smiled and walked away, Zack and Cody walked up to him.

"Mr. Moseby!" Zack said, along with thunder clapped loudly in the background, once again accompanied by lightning dancing through the dark sky.

Mr. Moseby jumped, and then turned around, looking slightly annoyed.

"What do you want now that you've…..got my attention," said Mr. Moseby.

"We were thinking of making the 8th floor a haunted house kind of thing," said Cody.

Mr. Moseby just rolled his eyes, and began to walk away.

"Too bad he didn't want to do it. People would pay a lot of money for a haunted house," Cody said loudly enough for Moseby to hear him clearly.

Mr. Moseby's eyes widened and he spun around on his heal, and walked back to the twins. Zack caught on to what Cody was thinking about.

"Pay?" Moseby asked.

"Yeah, but you already said no," Zack said. They began to walk away.

"Alright, alright. What did you have in mind?" Moseby asked.