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After a good nights rest, Phil woke up seeing his door closed. He tilted his head at first, then thought a maid walked by and closed it. Phil sat up from his bed seeing his shoes on the floor. "How did my shoes come off?" Phil asked himself. He didn't remember how he took them off. He sighed as he stood up and headed to the bathroom to put on clean clothes.
As Phil stepped into the bathroom, he grabbed his brush and brushed out his tangled hair. Just as he came to the door, it closed on him. Phil had this surprised look on his face. He wanted to yell, but he couldn't let the sound escape his lips.
A tall figure stood in front of him. Phil couldn't figure out who it was. The figure had his face covered so his features on his face were hidden. The tall figure stepped closer, the arms reached out to Phil.
"What do you want?" Phil asked with fear in his voice.
Nothing was spoken from the tall figure. The tall figure just kept stepping close to him. Phil whimpered trying to back in the corner. Just as Phil blinked, the face on the figure looked like Jeff.
Just as the being opened his mouth, Phil woke up. He thought that he wouldn't be thinking of Jeff or what he said back at the locker room. Sitting up, Phil looked over at the door, seeing that it was closed. Was the same thing going to happen? Or did someone just close his door? He was hoping that the door was shut by someone.
Phil arose slowly from his bed, his heart was racing as he made his way to the bathroom. His hand pushed his messed up hair out of his face. He hoped that the dream wasn't going to happen. Taking a deep breath, Phil went into the bathroom. The door didn't close behind him. A light sigh escaped his lips. Now it was time for Phil to get ready to leave.
First thing Phil wanted to do was to take a shower. He removed his clothes that he fell asleep in, tossing them into a pile until he was done with taking a shower. Stepping into the shower, his hand gripped a hold of the faucets and turned the water to the temperature that he liked. Standing under the shower head, the water relaxed his body. The thoughts of Jeff seemed to escape his mind.
After washing up, Phil got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He headed over to the sink and grabbed his brush, brushing his wet locks out of his face. Looking into the mirror, he thought he saw Jeff behind him. Turning to see nothing but the shower behind him, he shook his head mumbling, "Come on Phil, stop doing this."
Finally Phil just gave up and left the bathroom with the towel around his waist. His hands then unzipped his suitcase, rummaging through his clothes to find something to wear. He ended up pulling out a black shirt and a faded pair of blue jeans. He pulled the shirt over his head, and then grabbed his boxers and jeans. Sitting at the side of his bed; slipping his boxers on so he could take the towel off his waist. Then stepped into his jeans; pulling them up and hooking the button and zipper.
Then there was a knock on his door. "Who is it?" Phil asked trying to hide that he was scared.
"Yo Phil! We're going to leave without you if you don't move it," Morrison yelled from standing outside his door.
Phil sighed quietly in relief that it wasn't Jeff. "Okay, I'll be out shortly," Phil spoke as he put his shoes on. Then he quickly grabbed his stuff, tossing it all in his suitcase and grabbed his hotel key to return at sign out.
Once he got out of the door, he ran to the elevator before the doors closed. "Nice way to wait for me," Phil pretended to be upset.
"Oh Phil, where'd you come from?" John joked.
Phil just glared at John. He leaned against the wall still trying to catch his breath. John lightly nudged Phil. "Why so weird Phil? You're acting like there's a ghost following you."
Everything Phil has done, everyone has noticed. The only thing is, will they find out or will he get the guts to tell?
