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Chapter 5!
Mr. Escobar made his way around all the kid's dorm rooms explaining that even though one of the maids died, they would still be staying at the hotel.
"Why are we still staying here? I mean, doesn't it seem kinda dangerous?" asked Helena Briggs, a girl who was rooming with Kate.
"We understand it was an accident. Just stay away from any fences, and you should be fine. Remember that tomorrow we will start the little scavenger hunt. You and your buddies that you picked to sit with on the bus, will face challenges." Mr. Escobar said. Little did he, or anyone for that matter, know that they would face more than just planned challenges.
"Goodnight Lizzie." Miranda said as she turned of the light.
"Night Miranda." Lizzie started. "I wonder if that maid is okay..."
"Lizzie, she's dead. But it still bothers me that Cheryl would still let us stay here."
"Yeah, I know... it seems kind of dangerous for us. I think Cheryl's out to get us. I don't really like the way she has been acting..."
"Uugg... Lizzie, give it a rest. She doesn't want to kill us, okay?"
"You're probably right... but still... I get a funny feeling around her..."
"Goodnight Liz. Try not to think about it." Miranda covered herself up with the quilt and drifted to sleep. Lizzie tossed and turned, listening to argumentative voices coming from downstairs.
Lizzie tiptoed out of bed and slowly opened the door. She closed it, and followed the voices down the stairs.
"... Do you think she's coming on to us? I think the blond one knows something is up." Lizzie heard a woman say. She opened a door, and peered through the crack.
"I don't think so. They all think it was an accident. They're kids, Cheryl. What do they know?" Another older woman said. Lizzie's eyes grew wide. 'They must be talking about the maid!' she thought.
"Just wait till another one dies... they'll be surprised! We need to make it seem like the "ghost" did it. Like you said they're kids! Stupid, stupid, kids." Cheryl said. Lizzie couldn't take it. She flung the door open, and ran into the room.
"So you thought you could get away with it, huh?" Lizzie remembered cops saying that on old detective movies. The ladies frowned, and then started to smile.
"You killed the maid didn't you?" She waited for an answer. "Didn't you!?" She screamed. Just then, about a dozen kids from her class, including Gordo, Miranda, and Mr.Escobar came into the room. And about a dozen more other guests followed.
"She-they killed the maid! I'm telling the truth!! It was Cheryl! And this other old lady! They're murderers!" Lizzie looked at the blank expressions on the people's faces.
"I'm afraid there has been a mistake. We were just rehearsing our lines for tomorrow's game. It seems coincidental, I know, but what can you do?" The older woman explained. A very sleepy Mr.Escobar shooed the kids back into their rooms.
"Hey, Lizzie... We all make mistakes. I would have done the same thing." Gordo expressed his sympathy.
"Thanks Gordo, you're such a good friend." Lizzie turned back to Cheryl and the other woman. Cheryl pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. She talked, and inhaled at the same time.
"Just wait until another person dies. Elisabeth McGuire..." She paused as she blew out a puff of smoke. "You're next." She smiled, inhaled, and blew out again. She drummed her long, bright red, blood red nails on the wooden table. Lizzie gasped, and ran up the stairs.
"Miranda!" She screamed. "Miranda!" Lizzie turned on the light, only to find Miranda's bed empty, and the sheets covered in a sticky, red liquid. "Miranda!"
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Mr. Escobar made his way around all the kid's dorm rooms explaining that even though one of the maids died, they would still be staying at the hotel.
"Why are we still staying here? I mean, doesn't it seem kinda dangerous?" asked Helena Briggs, a girl who was rooming with Kate.
"We understand it was an accident. Just stay away from any fences, and you should be fine. Remember that tomorrow we will start the little scavenger hunt. You and your buddies that you picked to sit with on the bus, will face challenges." Mr. Escobar said. Little did he, or anyone for that matter, know that they would face more than just planned challenges.
"Goodnight Lizzie." Miranda said as she turned of the light.
"Night Miranda." Lizzie started. "I wonder if that maid is okay..."
"Lizzie, she's dead. But it still bothers me that Cheryl would still let us stay here."
"Yeah, I know... it seems kind of dangerous for us. I think Cheryl's out to get us. I don't really like the way she has been acting..."
"Uugg... Lizzie, give it a rest. She doesn't want to kill us, okay?"
"You're probably right... but still... I get a funny feeling around her..."
"Goodnight Liz. Try not to think about it." Miranda covered herself up with the quilt and drifted to sleep. Lizzie tossed and turned, listening to argumentative voices coming from downstairs.
Lizzie tiptoed out of bed and slowly opened the door. She closed it, and followed the voices down the stairs.
"... Do you think she's coming on to us? I think the blond one knows something is up." Lizzie heard a woman say. She opened a door, and peered through the crack.
"I don't think so. They all think it was an accident. They're kids, Cheryl. What do they know?" Another older woman said. Lizzie's eyes grew wide. 'They must be talking about the maid!' she thought.
"Just wait till another one dies... they'll be surprised! We need to make it seem like the "ghost" did it. Like you said they're kids! Stupid, stupid, kids." Cheryl said. Lizzie couldn't take it. She flung the door open, and ran into the room.
"So you thought you could get away with it, huh?" Lizzie remembered cops saying that on old detective movies. The ladies frowned, and then started to smile.
"You killed the maid didn't you?" She waited for an answer. "Didn't you!?" She screamed. Just then, about a dozen kids from her class, including Gordo, Miranda, and Mr.Escobar came into the room. And about a dozen more other guests followed.
"She-they killed the maid! I'm telling the truth!! It was Cheryl! And this other old lady! They're murderers!" Lizzie looked at the blank expressions on the people's faces.
"I'm afraid there has been a mistake. We were just rehearsing our lines for tomorrow's game. It seems coincidental, I know, but what can you do?" The older woman explained. A very sleepy Mr.Escobar shooed the kids back into their rooms.
"Hey, Lizzie... We all make mistakes. I would have done the same thing." Gordo expressed his sympathy.
"Thanks Gordo, you're such a good friend." Lizzie turned back to Cheryl and the other woman. Cheryl pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. She talked, and inhaled at the same time.
"Just wait until another person dies. Elisabeth McGuire..." She paused as she blew out a puff of smoke. "You're next." She smiled, inhaled, and blew out again. She drummed her long, bright red, blood red nails on the wooden table. Lizzie gasped, and ran up the stairs.
"Miranda!" She screamed. "Miranda!" Lizzie turned on the light, only to find Miranda's bed empty, and the sheets covered in a sticky, red liquid. "Miranda!"
A/N: So what do ya think? Email me your comments!