After the autograph signing, Randy Orton, John Cena and Chris Irvine decided to investigate further and get more information on the Stanley Hotel. They walked past several rooms, and as they did, a sweet tune came out from one of the rooms. A nice lovely melody was playing within a room a few feet away from them. It was a piano. John turned to Chris, who was stiff in his tracks. He could tell he was listening carefully to the music.
"Oh come on, it's just probably a person in the music room." Orton shrugged it off.
"Well, there is only one way to find out, right?" John walked past the two superstars and was about to open the door to the music room.
"Wait, hold on! Knock first, don't be rude." Chris exclaimed.
"Are you serious? This is open to the public, anybody can enter here." John turned the knob slowly, thinking about if he should open the door or not. He burst open the door, and in the room was a lonely piano and several tables. The room was lit brightly by the sun outside, and made it seem as if were heaven with its bright white walls.
"There's nobody in here." Cena said quietly.
"Look, there are doors on the side; someone could of have left out those doors. Don't start trying to make this some creepy ordeal." Chris Irvine was getting somewhat annoyed, but tried to hold back some fear.
"We would of heard the door open, or the footsteps don't you think? They couldn't have left so quickly. We would have had seen them leave…" Randy Orton now was admitting to himself that there was something odd in the room.
The room began to chill.
"Oh crap! Shit, what the hell? I hate it when it gets cold. You know what that means don't you? Damn it, I hate it. Something is going to happen, I just know it." Randy yelled out and started pacing around.
"Relax, man.
Let's get out of here and talk to some employees." Cena
suggested. Meanwhile, Phil Brooks, JBL, Matt and Jeff Hardy
and some others met up in the lobby. Then headed towards a room large
enough to hold the wrestlers, who were discussing their storylines to
one another. They all sat down, and looked over their scripts and
papers.
"When's the creative team getting here?" Matt Hardy asked nobody in particular.
"Uh, I'm hoping very soon. I need to know what they got in store for me on ECW." Phil said.
Out of no where, Glen Jacobs had appeared into the room. Nobody noticed he entered. Everyone is somewhat intimidated by him, for his height and fearsome look. What most people don't know is that he is very intelligent and good to talk to.
"Whoa man, it's not nice to just poof out of no where ha-ha." Jeff said to the Big Red Machine. Who just smiled and sat next to the rainbow-haired warrior.
"This place is great. The size of it, and the feel to it, just everything. Did you know that I'm staying in the room where Jack Nicholson was in? I feel like a damn kid at a candy store, weird to say I know."
"Wait what?" John Layfield poked his head up from his
script.
"Jack Nicholson. The actor." Glen gestured
a 'duh' with his hands.
"I know who Jack Nicholson is, I was asking about what do you mean by 'you staying in the room he stayed in'.
"In the movie "The Shining", he stays in the room and a lot of things happen. Remember? A classic horror movie and one of the best." Glen said with a nod.
"Wow, I didn't know that! I remember that movie, but I thought it was all fake…" Cody was on his feet with that remark.
"They didn't make the film all here. Only some parts, but the
shit you see in that movie isn't based on the ghosts here at the
hotel. This place has its own little paranormal shit to deal with."
Added Jeff Hardy. Through out the room, a lot of 'wow's
and 'oh my Gods' were said.
"And believe it or not, this is where you will see the old Owner of the hotel wander around. F.O. Stanley walks around the bar." Jeff told the group of wrestlers.
"Someone has been doing their research." Cody Rhodes patted Jeff's shoulder.
"Yeah, I had to. This morning was weird for me. I got a real bad chill down my spine and it was unusual. Then I remembered that people were talking about this hotel and how Stephen King was here and blah blah blah." His interested began to fade.
"I really don't want
to see no old dead owner walking around here." Cody shook his
head. As soon as his words were spoken, a misty white haze
formed around the stools of the bar. It formed a figure of a man, and
the head turned to Cody Rhodes. It then began walking towards him;
Cody's eyes were wide and in shock. The form quickly vanished into
thin air. Cody sat in disbelief. His hands were shaking.
"What the hell? Why is it always me? That's it; I'm not saying anything anymore!"
Candice Michelle tried to
comfort him, as he was still shaking. Nobody thought they were
no longer safe.