Disclaimer:Okay, here is chapter two of Writing On The Walls, This is were things get interesting! ^-^ so I hope you all enjoy. I do not own any of the Marble hornets characters, I only own my OC. Enjoy~

Chapter 2

I looked at this stranger in shock, 'he doesn't know where he is?'

"J-Jay? What do you m-mean?" I stumbled over my words, looking at him with worry-filled eyes.

Jay rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "W-well…I-I," He shook his head, as if clearing his mind of something, "Never mind, thanks for your time Ashton." He mumbled and strolled past me.

I spun around on my heel and watched his figure fade as he stalked down the hallway. I was tempted to run after him, ask him what was wrong, but my mind thought better of it. 'Maybe he's hung-over, too many drinks last night?' The possibilities ran through my brain like wildfire.

'I'll talk to him tomorrow….' I outwardly sighed, and continued in the opposite way, to the food court, my thoughts filled with the strange man by the name of Jay.

'Ah! Nothing like a satisfying meal!' I mentally cheer.

I pull out my key as I near my room, letting out a small sigh as I unlock the door.

The room was pitch black, and the lights from the busy city below gave no illumination. I maneuvered my way around the counter and threw my key on the small table.

Feeling my way along the wall, I find the light switch and flick it on.

Humming, I turn around to address my laptop…..only to find something far more interesting.

I almost let out a scream of confusion as well as surprise, there, all over the pale yellow wall of my room, was black writing.

"What the actual fuck!?" I yelped.

The shock faded as I inched closer to the writing.

The writing itself seemed child-like, the way the letters were slightly slanted, almost scratched into the wall, but what was even more interesting was what they spelled out.

"Don't Talk To Him…."

I ran my fingers over the words, 'Don't…talk….to…him?' I spelled it all out in my head.

The reality of this situation hit me like a brick wall, someone got in here. And very well could still be in here. I spun around, 'what if they are still in here!?' I thought in a panic.

My mind was in complete over-drive, thinking of all of the worst case scenarios.

'What if it's a killer? Stalking his victim until insanity!' I thought in my panic attack.

My widened eyes settled on a kitchen knife, it was dull, but it would do the trick. I darted over to grab it, my movements shaky and clumsy. I looked all over the room; nothing seemed to be out of place. My laptop was still on my bed, closed and in the exact position I left it in. Even the chair to my desk in the corner was tucked away neatly against the desk. Nothing was out of place.

'I would think since they went through all the trouble of getting in here, they would have at least taken something.' I thought, calming a bit.

I looked under my bed, nothing but a few lingering dust-bunnies who had been pestering me all day. I moved to the kitchen, looking though all the cabinets. Moving to the bathroom, I began to see a…footprint of some-kind. There was only one, but I could see the mud drying itself on the cheap carpet.

I raised the knife, awaiting something to pop out at me.

As I approached the bathroom, I took note of the slightly ajar door. I inhaled sharply as I pushed the door open slightly with my foot. I waited for some sort of movement, none came.

I pushed the door open all the way, even if the room was dark, I saw no signs of life.

I flicked on the light and waited for it to buzz to life. The first thing I noticed was the open medicine cabinet. I filed through the cabinet, or what was left of it.

The thief took all of my pain-killers. 'He was in pain?' I questioned the thief mentally.

In the rest of the hotel room, I didn't notice anything strange or out of place. I crept back to the wall with the writing.

"Don't Talk To Him" was still engraved in the wall. Yep, not my imagination.

I let the dull knife rest at my side, and ran my fingers over the words again. 'What does it mean? Don't talk to him? Who is him?' I asked myself.

"I didn't talk to anyone at school…much less, come into contact with a male." I pondered aloud. My thoughts quickly flashed to Jay. 'Could it be talking about Jay!?'

Was this Jay? Did he write this? But I quickly dismissed the fact, I was the only one with a key, he couldn't have swiped the key from me because I didn't give him as much as a hand-shake back then.

Could he have guessed that I was going to ask him about it tomorrow and tried to distract me into doing otherwise? So confusing…

There is only one way someone could have gotten in, the window. I mean, the hotel room came with a small balcony, but I'm all the way up on the second floor! There is no way someone could have climbed up the side of the building, or in the very least, not get caught!

I internally whimpered, 'What if they come back?' I sunk back down on the bed, worrisome thoughts filling my head.

'No, no. This time I will be prepared!' Even with my mental coxing, I was still wondering myself if I could handle if the thief came back.

Sleep was out of the question. So instead I prepared myself. I bolted the door shut and hid my room key. Next I locked the windows and made sure every door was shut. I looked to the bathroom once again, thinking of the empty medicine cabinet. 'The thief didn't just take one bottle; he took all three I had! Could it just be a druggie looking for a pick-me-up?'

I gave up on all of the confusing questions; I was starting to get a headache.

I climbed on the bed, not bothering to pull up the covers. I'll stay here for the rest of the night, a dull knife in hand; I sat on my bed, my eyes memorizing every nook and cranny that night. Looking at the door, then back to the window. Making sure nobody was there.