~*~Chapter Five- Someone's in the hotel~*~
Ten minutes later, they decided to call it a night. They also decided to split up and each take their own room. De found a room on the opposite side of the hotel, and Morgan stayed across the hall from her. Julie was across the hall from Erica, who was next to Alan. De was the last to retire to her room.
As she made her way towards her room, she heard the sound of running water. It echoed in the hallway, but judging from the soft sound of Morgan snoring, it hadn't woken anyone up. De crept down the hall to her room and opened the door. The noise was louder inside the room, and she could tell it was coming from the bathroom. The door was half shut, and a beam of yellow light flooded into the dark room.
She took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The tub was half full of water, and the stopper was in the drain. She looked around the bathroom, making sure it was empty. She figured it had been Morgan- maybe her bath didn't work, and she had decided to use De's, then fallen asleep- and turned off the water. She yawned, turned off the light, and pushed the door fully open. She turned on the single light that hung over the bed, and gasped.
"Oh, my God!" She cried as her eyes landed on the figure in the bed. "Holy hell you scared me." She took a few deep breaths while leaning against the wall. "Wait, who are you?"
The boy on the bed didn't say anything. He just continued to stare up at her, not moving.
De raised an eyebrow. "Oh, man, I'm sorry, I didn't realize anyone else was in this room. They told us we were the only ones and when I checked earlier there wasn't anyone."
He still didn't say anything. He didn't blink or even appear to be breathing.
De tilted her head and studied his face. "Do I know you?"
She hadn't expected an answer.
She sighed and pulled her hair back behind her shoulders. "Look, if you snuck in I ain't gonna rat you out, if that's what you're afraid of."
He stood up slowly, crossed the room, and stood a few inches away from De. She leaned back as far as she could and groped behind her, trying to find the doorknob. "Well, I'll be leaving now."
She turned and twisted the knob. But before she could open the door, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Instinctively, she whirled around with her elbow aimed at the boy's jaw. It made contact, but he didn't flinch. De, however, had made a very important discovery. "Hey, you're hot."
He still didn't move. De was starting to get unnerved, but held her ground. "Are you from England?"
She took a step backwards, closer to the door, and he took one forward. "Look, man, my cousin's across the hall and my friends are staying downstairs. If you do anything, they'll notice."
He took another step forward, and she shoved him hard. He didn't budge. "Oh, God, what are you, a body builder?" She rubbed the palms of her hands. "You're fucking freezing, you know that? You probably ran the bath then."
She twisted the knob and pushed the door open. Before he could stop her, she ran across the hall and opened Morgan's door. "Morg!" She yelled. "There's someone else in the hotel! He was in my room!"
Morgan sat up. "Go back to sleep. There's no one here."
"Go look," De urged, dragging her cousin out of the room. "He's in my room, come on and-" She stopped as her eyes registered the empty room.
"Oh, yes," Morgan said sarcastically. "He looks absolutely ferocious. However did you survive the mere sight of his bulging muscles and maniacal gaze?"
"Morgan, I swear-"
"I'm going to bed," Morgan said, shaking her head and leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.
De hurried to the bathroom. She turned on the light and looked in the tub. The drain had been pulled, and the water was gone. She hurried into the room and checked under the bed, behind the curtains and in the closet, but there was no sign of the intruder. She turned and went back into the bathroom. She splashed a handful of water over her face and dried herself with a hand towel. Her eyes landed again on the empty tub.
She dropped the towel and hurried over, kneeling beside the bathtub. She reached a shaking hand to the bottom of the tub, and ran it around the floor, searching. She pulled it back, and looked at her hand. She pressed it against her face, then gasped.
The tub was dry.
Ten minutes later, they decided to call it a night. They also decided to split up and each take their own room. De found a room on the opposite side of the hotel, and Morgan stayed across the hall from her. Julie was across the hall from Erica, who was next to Alan. De was the last to retire to her room.
As she made her way towards her room, she heard the sound of running water. It echoed in the hallway, but judging from the soft sound of Morgan snoring, it hadn't woken anyone up. De crept down the hall to her room and opened the door. The noise was louder inside the room, and she could tell it was coming from the bathroom. The door was half shut, and a beam of yellow light flooded into the dark room.
She took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The tub was half full of water, and the stopper was in the drain. She looked around the bathroom, making sure it was empty. She figured it had been Morgan- maybe her bath didn't work, and she had decided to use De's, then fallen asleep- and turned off the water. She yawned, turned off the light, and pushed the door fully open. She turned on the single light that hung over the bed, and gasped.
"Oh, my God!" She cried as her eyes landed on the figure in the bed. "Holy hell you scared me." She took a few deep breaths while leaning against the wall. "Wait, who are you?"
The boy on the bed didn't say anything. He just continued to stare up at her, not moving.
De raised an eyebrow. "Oh, man, I'm sorry, I didn't realize anyone else was in this room. They told us we were the only ones and when I checked earlier there wasn't anyone."
He still didn't say anything. He didn't blink or even appear to be breathing.
De tilted her head and studied his face. "Do I know you?"
She hadn't expected an answer.
She sighed and pulled her hair back behind her shoulders. "Look, if you snuck in I ain't gonna rat you out, if that's what you're afraid of."
He stood up slowly, crossed the room, and stood a few inches away from De. She leaned back as far as she could and groped behind her, trying to find the doorknob. "Well, I'll be leaving now."
She turned and twisted the knob. But before she could open the door, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Instinctively, she whirled around with her elbow aimed at the boy's jaw. It made contact, but he didn't flinch. De, however, had made a very important discovery. "Hey, you're hot."
He still didn't move. De was starting to get unnerved, but held her ground. "Are you from England?"
She took a step backwards, closer to the door, and he took one forward. "Look, man, my cousin's across the hall and my friends are staying downstairs. If you do anything, they'll notice."
He took another step forward, and she shoved him hard. He didn't budge. "Oh, God, what are you, a body builder?" She rubbed the palms of her hands. "You're fucking freezing, you know that? You probably ran the bath then."
She twisted the knob and pushed the door open. Before he could stop her, she ran across the hall and opened Morgan's door. "Morg!" She yelled. "There's someone else in the hotel! He was in my room!"
Morgan sat up. "Go back to sleep. There's no one here."
"Go look," De urged, dragging her cousin out of the room. "He's in my room, come on and-" She stopped as her eyes registered the empty room.
"Oh, yes," Morgan said sarcastically. "He looks absolutely ferocious. However did you survive the mere sight of his bulging muscles and maniacal gaze?"
"Morgan, I swear-"
"I'm going to bed," Morgan said, shaking her head and leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.
De hurried to the bathroom. She turned on the light and looked in the tub. The drain had been pulled, and the water was gone. She hurried into the room and checked under the bed, behind the curtains and in the closet, but there was no sign of the intruder. She turned and went back into the bathroom. She splashed a handful of water over her face and dried herself with a hand towel. Her eyes landed again on the empty tub.
She dropped the towel and hurried over, kneeling beside the bathtub. She reached a shaking hand to the bottom of the tub, and ran it around the floor, searching. She pulled it back, and looked at her hand. She pressed it against her face, then gasped.
The tub was dry.
