A/N: Wow! I haven't updated in like, a month! I am so sorry! Thanque to all
who reviewed! It means so much to me! Well, here's the chapter...
The next day, Lizzie woke up and got ready for school. That day they were leaving to go to the Cold Creek Inn. They would be gone for a week.
"Hey mom. I'm gonna go to school. See you guys next week!" Lizzie kissed her parents good-bye, grabbed her stuff, and headed out the door.
At school, she met Gordo and Miranda and sat beside them.
"Children... please listen." Mr. Escobar began. "You all know the guidelines and rules of the inn, right?" The question was followed by a mumble of 'yes's.
"Can we just hurry up, and go?" Lizzie asked her friends. They snickered.
"Okay. Now I want you to pair up with at least one other buddy. But there cant be anymore than 4 people in a group. One you have your partners, line up to get on the bus!" Mr. Escobar explained.
Lizzie, Gordo, and Miranda huddled together, and lined up. Soon enough, they were on the bus.
Ethan sat next to Kate on the bus. Ethan also was trying to figure out how to open the window. Which was quite a challenge for him.
"So... what do you girls think will be at the Inn?" asked Gordo filming Lizzie and Miranda.
"Stuff." Replied Miranda. Lizzie rolled her eyes.
"Welcome to 'Cold Creek Inn'. This Inn is still used by people, just not the upper floors where you will be staying in. The rooms are completely safe, but we prefer not to use them. The top floors are said to be haunted by the founder of this inn. They call him ghost Stineberg. Don't worry... I'm sure he won't bother you." The tour guide tried to sound scary, but failed miserably. The students were yawning, biting their nails, or, like Ethan, staring off into space. "well, now that you're all here, Ill show you to your rooms."
After the students were assigned their rooms, and roommate, they followed Cheryl the tour guide outside.
"This back yard is protected by a large electrical fence from the general public. There is a warning sign, so smart people should stay away. It does shut off during day, by an automatic timer. At around 12:00, an hour ago, it shut off. Most people don't know that. Feel free to walk around..." Cheryl's voice was cut off as a horrible crackle, and saw one of the maids arms catch the wire mesh around the gate. She struggled to free herself, but a white electrical light engulfed her body. Then she fell limp onto the ground.
"Oh my goodness!" screamed Lizzie. The children gathered around the maid.
"I don't understand... the gate- it was supposed to be off!" Cheryl shrieked. "Someone call 9-1-1!" Mr. Escobar pulled out a cell phone. But it was too late.
"She's dead." Came a voice of one of the students.
The next day, Lizzie woke up and got ready for school. That day they were leaving to go to the Cold Creek Inn. They would be gone for a week.
"Hey mom. I'm gonna go to school. See you guys next week!" Lizzie kissed her parents good-bye, grabbed her stuff, and headed out the door.
At school, she met Gordo and Miranda and sat beside them.
"Children... please listen." Mr. Escobar began. "You all know the guidelines and rules of the inn, right?" The question was followed by a mumble of 'yes's.
"Can we just hurry up, and go?" Lizzie asked her friends. They snickered.
"Okay. Now I want you to pair up with at least one other buddy. But there cant be anymore than 4 people in a group. One you have your partners, line up to get on the bus!" Mr. Escobar explained.
Lizzie, Gordo, and Miranda huddled together, and lined up. Soon enough, they were on the bus.
Ethan sat next to Kate on the bus. Ethan also was trying to figure out how to open the window. Which was quite a challenge for him.
"So... what do you girls think will be at the Inn?" asked Gordo filming Lizzie and Miranda.
"Stuff." Replied Miranda. Lizzie rolled her eyes.
"Welcome to 'Cold Creek Inn'. This Inn is still used by people, just not the upper floors where you will be staying in. The rooms are completely safe, but we prefer not to use them. The top floors are said to be haunted by the founder of this inn. They call him ghost Stineberg. Don't worry... I'm sure he won't bother you." The tour guide tried to sound scary, but failed miserably. The students were yawning, biting their nails, or, like Ethan, staring off into space. "well, now that you're all here, Ill show you to your rooms."
After the students were assigned their rooms, and roommate, they followed Cheryl the tour guide outside.
"This back yard is protected by a large electrical fence from the general public. There is a warning sign, so smart people should stay away. It does shut off during day, by an automatic timer. At around 12:00, an hour ago, it shut off. Most people don't know that. Feel free to walk around..." Cheryl's voice was cut off as a horrible crackle, and saw one of the maids arms catch the wire mesh around the gate. She struggled to free herself, but a white electrical light engulfed her body. Then she fell limp onto the ground.
"Oh my goodness!" screamed Lizzie. The children gathered around the maid.
"I don't understand... the gate- it was supposed to be off!" Cheryl shrieked. "Someone call 9-1-1!" Mr. Escobar pulled out a cell phone. But it was too late.
"She's dead." Came a voice of one of the students.