Jonahs Room was the final one at the end of a narrow hallway, which walls had been painted a gaudy purple and were covered in an array of poorly done oil paintings, all framed as though they were works of art.
As Jonah stepped into his room he discovered it was equally as gaudy as the hallway: the walls had been painted a vibrant red, and in the corner by the window there was a large arm chair with a floral print, which matched the bed sheets.
The icing on the flamboyant cake was that the old ticking radiator and its pipes (which lined the small room) had even been painted green, which clashed dramatically with the walls.
Jonah whistled in surprise as he chucked his suitcase onto his bed, he then sat down on it, sinking into its soft mattress.
The boy couldn't seem to wipe the smirk of his face as he sat their taking in his surroundings; it was quite a change from the bleak funeral home in Connecticut. After a while Jonah rose and went to open the tall narrow window by the armchair. With a loud clank he forced it open, letting the warm summer night and all its sounds filled the room.
Jonah sat by the window for a while listening to the sounds, the people laughing as they moved from theatres to bars, the street performers playing their instruments on the side walk, the automobiles speeding down the road. The boy soon found himself laughing, laughing with absolute joy as the realization that he was free finally hit him.
"Did I actually do it? Have I actually got away?"
He then went on laughing until he cried with happiness.
OOOooooOOOOOoooooOOOOOooooo
Rosa gave a little cheer as the clock chimed 10pm, clumsily jumping over the desk she went to lock up the hotel doors. The girl had been busy that evening helping the last of the guests check-out, since the hotel had to be completely empty for the days ahead there was more to do than usual.
"Phew glade that's done"
She muttered as she stretched her arms into the air and then walked across the lobby's chess-board inspired floor. She stepped from white tile to white tile as she twirled the chain were the hotels key hung around her finger. Rosa's left foot suddenly slipped onto a black tile, she looked down at her foot for a moments before calmly lifting it up and stomping it on the correct tile. The sound echoed through the seemingly empty hotel, and the girl suddenly became very aware that she was being watched. A shiver ran up her spin as the white floor tiles seemed to melt into darkness
OOOooooOOOOOoooooOOOOOooooo
"AHHHHH"
Jonah's eyes snapped open when he heard the sound. It seemed he had dozed off by the window listening to the chorus of the city bellow him. But now the streets were eerily quiet as though the hotel was closed off from the world, as he glanced out all he saw was blackness. Was it really that late? Jonah shivered his body had now turned numb from the night breeze.
Was that scream just in his mind though? Fear had engulfed the boy's heart now; the scream seemed to lingering in the air, as the rooms red walls swallowed him whole.
"It's just in your mind Jonah! Nobodies screaming...you're in a good place"
"HELP, SOME ONE HELP!"
"Jesus Christ"
Jonah gasped his body taking over his mind, as he ran to the door and down the hallway towards the desperate whales for help. The lights above him had dimmed, but as he reached the top of the staircase he was greeted by darkness.
The boy suddenly became full of dread when he heard the screams howling up from the Lobby which had been swallowed in the darkness, it was though they where cries from the pits of hell,
Jonah held his hands to his ears a pained expression crossing over his face, he knew he had to go down, but the desire to run back into his room and lock the door was almost unbearable. Jonah suddenly dropped his hands back to his sides
"DO IT YOU COWARD!"
He then yelled furiously before almost throwing himself down the staircase towards the crys.
