Hi again! Changing All The Time and I apologize for not updating! DON'T THROW TOMATOES AT US! Fo real though, I don't like tomatoes... Anywhoo! We feel wicked bad about this D: - seriously! LOOK AT THAT FACE! IT SCREAMS OF PAIN, GUILT, AND SUFFERING! Yea... Now you may read after the disclaimer!
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"Okay," Katie takes some time to think of a story. "Okay so one you guys know the Basheray Hotel in Montana right?" She asks. We all say yes and she continues. "Well you know that a women and her daughter got murdered there right?" This time we all say no. I was kind of getting scared already. The things this girl does to make me feel so small.
"Well, one night in 1943 a woman and her daughter went to the hotel to escape her abusive husband. The woman, Kathleen was 25 and had been with her husband, Frank, for ten years before she and her daughter escaped him. Her daughter, Megan, who was 10 at the time, had been beaten near death when Kathleen realized she had to leave Frank. So, in the dead of night Kathleen and Megan sneaked out of their house in Wyoming and quickly walked to the train station.
Once they got to the train station they saw a man in about his late 20's early 30's. Kathleen thought it was the ticket man or at least someone who worked there, and walked up to him. The man turned to her and it was him. Frank. Kathleen turned on her heels rapidly and ran to Megan. Both her and Megan ran back to the hotel. Ran as fat as they could, not stopping for anything. They got the hotel and tried to find someone to help them. Kathleen hadn't been paying attention and ran right into a room. By herself. This room was big, like a ballroom. She scattered about the place looking for an exit but had no luck in finding one.
She suddenly hears the door creak open. She looks around for a place to hide and sees a table, running and sliding underneath it.
"Oh, come out come out where ever you are..." Franks calls out in a sing song voice. "If you don't your daughter will die..."
Kathleen hears a gun click and Megan whimper.
"M-mommy... Help me..." Megan calls out quietly.
Kathleen quickly has an internal battle before deciding her daughter was more important than her. She crawls out from underneath the table slowly, and walks towards Frank slowly.
"Good. You came out. I would've found you anyways, but this way will by more fun..." Frank says before shooting Megan in the chest.
"My baby! WHAT THE HELL?" Kathleen says, running towards Megan and checking her pulse.
"You shouldn't have hidden... And now it's your turn..." Frank says before shooting Kathleen in the head.
"It was 50 years later in 1993 that the killing has been brought up again. This time the resident nearly made it with their life. Her name was Jocelyn-" Katie was cut off.
"How the heck do you know her name?" I asked.
"I do my research. Now shut up and let me finish my story. So like I was saying. Her name was Jocelyn and she was in the same room that Kathleen and Megan had. She was the prettiest model back in the days and-" Katie was cut off again.
"Oh! I know her! Jocelyn Adams." Jennifer said.
"Yes. Now please let me finish...and she was in town for a photo shoot. Of course nobody told her about the room. Or the story for that matter. But anyways, she went to take a shower one night and she heard someone telling her to come closer. She was scared at first but then thought it was one of her roommates. But the other two went downstairs for their takes. She ignored it and went closer to the voice. She opened the bathroom door and looked around. She didn't see anything so she decided to just take her shower. She turned on the water and undressed herself. She turned to the mirror when she felt a burn mark on her face. She screamed in horror when she saw a zombie like woman in the mirror. She turned around to grab her towel and covered herself quickly. Jocelyn ran into the room and found the woman again. Except this time the woman was walking towards her, telling her to leave. The woman grabbed Jocelyn and-" Katie stopped to see Loan holding onto Kendall and found that her plan worked. "BAM!"
"Ahhh!" Logan screamed and was practically in Kendall's lap.
"You actually got scared of that! That was not scary at all." Katie said to Logan.
"It was too scary!" Logan defended himself. "And the thundering didn't help it." Logan was now pouting.
"Aww." Kendall said aloud.
"What?" Logan said not sure who Kendall was referring to.
"Oh. Nothing." Kendall said smiling to himself. 'Omg. He's so freaking cute' Kendall said to himself.
"No, tell me!" Logan says, wanting to know what was said.
"No." Kendall says stubbornly.
"Please! I'll make you some chocolate chip pancakes!" Logan says, trying to bribe Kendall.
"No way. Not in this life time." Kendall says it with finality in his voice.
Instead of saying anything Logan pouts, his brown eyes getting a sheen over them, making them look big.
"You suck..." Kendall says pouting. "All I did was say 'Aww.' Jeeznuss, you happy now?"
"Yes! Though, why'd you say aww?" Logan asks.
"Can you two please shut up? Some of use, A.K.A. me and Aunt Jen, want to sleep." Katie says, interrupting them.
"Fine..." Logan says pouting.
"Thank gosh!" Kendall says burrowing under the blankets.
Logan sighs before going under the blankets and cuddling up close to Kendall. Kendall quickly tenses before telling himself to relax. Kendall throws his arm around Logan's waist pulling him in closer.
"Night." Kendall says softly, directing it to Logan.
"Night." Logan replies, smiling softly though Kendall can't see it.
Kendall's P.O.V.
"Knock knock. Open the door, Kendall" The murderer said from the other side of the door. I had no idea where I was but I don't think that was my biggest problem right now. I could've sworn that I fell asleep with Jen, Katie and Logan last night. In a bed. At my house but instead I woke up alone, on the floor and in some stranger's house.
"No! Not until you tell me where the fuck I am!" I yelled back.
"I don't think a little boy like you should be cursing" A voice came from behind me.
I screamed and turned around. This man looked like a demon. Parts of his face was burnt, the other half was skinned and overall nasty.
"That's none of your concern right now" The demon looking man grabbed my throat and pushed me up against the wall. It was so hard to breathe and I couldn't even fight back. I looked down and saw that suddenly bot my arms and legs were tied to the wall by metal straps.
"To bad you couldn't even say bye to your precious Logan" The man gave me a pity frown and I woul- Wait! Did he just say Logan? Not my Logan!
"What did you do to him!" I managed to scream out when he finally pulled his hand away.
"Why don't you just take a look for yourself" He backed away to a closet and opened it door. I almost died at the scene. Logan fell out of the closet with his guts cut out. His head was chopped off and I couldn't stand to look at him.
"Aw. Kendall's crying" The demon ran a cold, metal finger down my cheek. I hadn't even realized i was crying. I-"
"Kendall wake up! Wake up please!" I heard someone screaming my name but I didn't want to open my eyes. I was too afraid I would see Logan's dead body on the ground again. "Please, Kendall. Please" I opened my eyes to see Logan shaking me.
"Logan?" I broke down into tears. I thought I lost him forever. I know that I only just met him but I'm falling so hard for this boy it's unbelievable.
"Kendall. What happened?" Logan asked me.
"I had the freakiest nightmare in this entire world" I whispered to him since Jen and Katie were still asleep.
"Do you want to go to my room and talk about it?" Logan asked me.
"Sure" We both got out of the bed carefully and out the door quietly and walked to Logan's room.
When we finally enter Logan's room we both take a seat on his bed.
"So..." Logan starts.
"So..." I say in reply, glancing up at him.
"What was the matter?" Logan asks me.
I'm quiet for a second, staring at my intertwined hands, kinda embarrassed. I glance up at him when he raps his arm around my shoulders.
"I-I had a nightmare..." I start, wanting to at least keep my emotions at bay.
"Go on." Logan says urging me on.
"I-I was at some strangers house... and there was a man that looked like a demon... and he-he had metal bars strap me down and I couldn't move, and-and he opened the door to the closet and and you fell out and you're guts were showing and I couldn't save you!" I say ending on a sob.
He silently pulls me onto his lap and wraps his arms around me, making me feel safe, protected, and loved.
"Shh, don't worry. I'm right here; I'm not going to go anywhere." Logan says, rubbing his hand up and down my back in a soothing manner.
I sniffle a little and put my head in the space where his neck and shoulder meet.
"T-thanks." I whisper, shutting my eyes.
"No need to thank me, you would've done the same." Logan says, lying back his head against the pillows and my head over his heart.
After a few minutes I slowly drift off only hearing the sounds of his beating heart.
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