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"Miranda!" Lizzie hollered touching the sticky blood red substance covering Miranda's sheets.
'Cheryl probably killed her!!!" Lizzie thought just as a girl ran into the room.
"Lizzie, calm down! I'm here!" Miranda hugged Lizzie. Lizzie looked back at Miranda's bed.
"I-I thought... I thought Cheryl killed you." She whispered, embarrassed.
"She didn't kill me Lizzie! I was putting on my lip-gloss 'cause my lips were chapped, and I accidentally spilled it over my sheets. I went to the bathroom to clean it up. That's why I was gone." Explained Miranda.
"Oh... I guess I'm over reacting..." Lizzie paused a moment. "Never mind. I'm not over reacting!
Cheryl said I would be next!" rushed Lizzie.
"Next for what?" Asked Miranda as the sat on Lizzie's bed.
"For-for... I think she wants me dead."
"Okay, tell ya what... you go to sleep, and in the morning, me, you, and Gordo will stick together. No matter what. We won't get lost; you won't get killed. Now go to sleep." Miranda instructed.
"Okay, but... make sure the door is locked. And the deadbolt too. And the window. Make sure it's closed!" Lizzie panicked.
"Lizzie, listen to me... the door is locked, the window's closed, and Mr.Escobar is down 2 doors. You're fine!" Miranda picked up some Kleenex, and started rubbing the spilled lip-gloss up from her sheets. "Miranda?" Asked Lizzie sheepishly.
"What?" answered Miranda a little annoyed.
"Can you leave the lamp on?"
Miranda sighed. "Fine." She said flatly. "Anything else you want? Maybe a gun, so you can shoot the next person that comes in here? Or do you want your mom?" Miranda continued sarcastically.
"Shut-up Miranda! But maybe I should call my mom. You know, so she won't worry." Lizzie started to pick up the phone.
"You mean so you won't worry?"
The phone in the room was old-fashioned. Just like the rest of the room. It had a wooden floor, with a rug underneath each of the girls' twin beds. It had one old vanity table, that had a cracked mirror, and the paint was peeling off. The bathroom was small, but had renovations done to it. Though one of the sinks taps, would shut off properly. The ceiling had a few water stains, and was made of planks of wood.
Lizzie listened to the water dripping in the bathroom. 'Its like that ghost story where that girl heard dripping. She thought it was the shower. And she thought the dog was under her bed, because he licked her hand. But when she went to the bathroom, she found out the dog was strangled, and the dripping she head was its blood. And written on the mirror was "Dogs aren't the only ones who can lick".' Lizzie didn't dare say that to Miranda though. Miranda already thought she was crazy. Perhaps she was.
Lizzie eventually drifted off to sleep, letting the gentle dripping of water lullaby her asleep. No killer came into her room. No dog got strangled in the shower. And Miranda did not die.
The next day, she heard a knock on her door. She opened it.
"Hi. Its Gordo."
"Obviously." Lizzie said rubbing her eyes.
"Where's Miranda?" He asked.
"In the shower."
"Oh. Well, we have to meet Mr.Escobar in the lobby in half an hour to start our scavenger hunt."
"Thanks Gordo. Do you wanna come in?" Offered Lizzie.
"Sure." Just then Mr.Escobar appeared in the doorway.
"David Gordon, I don't want to see you in any girls rooms. You know the rules. If I see you in any girls room, you'll get kicked off the trip!" Mr.Escobar warned.
"Oh...okay, well, uh... see ya!"
"Bye Gordo!" Lizzie waved.
Half an hour later, the class was meeting in the lobby.
"We will give you each a clue. That clue will lead to another ect... those clues will tell you not only about this hotels history, but about how people lived during the 18th century.
"We have a little play to put on for you first. The play will contain clues for you. Listen carefully." Cheryl said. The play began. "One day, a long time ago, there was a girl named Mary. He father was the owner of this hotel. She lived on the top floor. We have a picture o her, you may look at." The old woman from last night, passed around a photo. As soon as it got to Lizzie, she gasped. It was a spitting image of her!
"The maids of this hotel, were mad at the Mary, because her father paid her to just live here! The maids set fire to the room Mary was staying in. Room 109." That was Gordo room!
"We will now do a reenactment of what the maids may have said.
"Do you think she's coming on to us? I think the blond one knows something is up." Exactly what the women said yesterday. They continued speaking what Lizzie overheard them say last night. But she wasn't so sure it was for the play.
"Come on, let's go search for clues!" Gordo pulled Lizzie over to Miranda who was examining the picture of Mary. On the back of the photograph, said: 1878-1892.
"Gordo, you may think I am insane, but I think what those guides said today was just a cover up for what they said last night." Lizzie said.
"Its fact Lizzie. It what the maids back then did. They killed Mary. And now, if you were listening to the play, they think, Mr.Stienberg, Mary's father, is haunting this inn."
"No, Gordo. I look like a dead girl." Lizzie protested.
"You just need more sleep, that's all." He joked.
"This is serious!" Lizzie explained.
"Guys, hurry up! The other groups are way ahead of us!" Miranda exclaimed.
"Fine. Lets go." Lizzie walked away. She turned back to Cheryl, who smiled, and held up a photograph. Lizzie walked over to her.
"Lizzie, this is the girl who will be killed! I think she looks a lot like Mary, don't you?" A smile spread across Cheryl's lips. Lizzie squinted at it. It was a picture of her!
Lizzie opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. It was just air escaping from her lips.
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"Miranda!" Lizzie hollered touching the sticky blood red substance covering Miranda's sheets.
'Cheryl probably killed her!!!" Lizzie thought just as a girl ran into the room.
"Lizzie, calm down! I'm here!" Miranda hugged Lizzie. Lizzie looked back at Miranda's bed.
"I-I thought... I thought Cheryl killed you." She whispered, embarrassed.
"She didn't kill me Lizzie! I was putting on my lip-gloss 'cause my lips were chapped, and I accidentally spilled it over my sheets. I went to the bathroom to clean it up. That's why I was gone." Explained Miranda.
"Oh... I guess I'm over reacting..." Lizzie paused a moment. "Never mind. I'm not over reacting!
Cheryl said I would be next!" rushed Lizzie.
"Next for what?" Asked Miranda as the sat on Lizzie's bed.
"For-for... I think she wants me dead."
"Okay, tell ya what... you go to sleep, and in the morning, me, you, and Gordo will stick together. No matter what. We won't get lost; you won't get killed. Now go to sleep." Miranda instructed.
"Okay, but... make sure the door is locked. And the deadbolt too. And the window. Make sure it's closed!" Lizzie panicked.
"Lizzie, listen to me... the door is locked, the window's closed, and Mr.Escobar is down 2 doors. You're fine!" Miranda picked up some Kleenex, and started rubbing the spilled lip-gloss up from her sheets. "Miranda?" Asked Lizzie sheepishly.
"What?" answered Miranda a little annoyed.
"Can you leave the lamp on?"
Miranda sighed. "Fine." She said flatly. "Anything else you want? Maybe a gun, so you can shoot the next person that comes in here? Or do you want your mom?" Miranda continued sarcastically.
"Shut-up Miranda! But maybe I should call my mom. You know, so she won't worry." Lizzie started to pick up the phone.
"You mean so you won't worry?"
The phone in the room was old-fashioned. Just like the rest of the room. It had a wooden floor, with a rug underneath each of the girls' twin beds. It had one old vanity table, that had a cracked mirror, and the paint was peeling off. The bathroom was small, but had renovations done to it. Though one of the sinks taps, would shut off properly. The ceiling had a few water stains, and was made of planks of wood.
Lizzie listened to the water dripping in the bathroom. 'Its like that ghost story where that girl heard dripping. She thought it was the shower. And she thought the dog was under her bed, because he licked her hand. But when she went to the bathroom, she found out the dog was strangled, and the dripping she head was its blood. And written on the mirror was "Dogs aren't the only ones who can lick".' Lizzie didn't dare say that to Miranda though. Miranda already thought she was crazy. Perhaps she was.
Lizzie eventually drifted off to sleep, letting the gentle dripping of water lullaby her asleep. No killer came into her room. No dog got strangled in the shower. And Miranda did not die.
The next day, she heard a knock on her door. She opened it.
"Hi. Its Gordo."
"Obviously." Lizzie said rubbing her eyes.
"Where's Miranda?" He asked.
"In the shower."
"Oh. Well, we have to meet Mr.Escobar in the lobby in half an hour to start our scavenger hunt."
"Thanks Gordo. Do you wanna come in?" Offered Lizzie.
"Sure." Just then Mr.Escobar appeared in the doorway.
"David Gordon, I don't want to see you in any girls rooms. You know the rules. If I see you in any girls room, you'll get kicked off the trip!" Mr.Escobar warned.
"Oh...okay, well, uh... see ya!"
"Bye Gordo!" Lizzie waved.
Half an hour later, the class was meeting in the lobby.
"We will give you each a clue. That clue will lead to another ect... those clues will tell you not only about this hotels history, but about how people lived during the 18th century.
"We have a little play to put on for you first. The play will contain clues for you. Listen carefully." Cheryl said. The play began. "One day, a long time ago, there was a girl named Mary. He father was the owner of this hotel. She lived on the top floor. We have a picture o her, you may look at." The old woman from last night, passed around a photo. As soon as it got to Lizzie, she gasped. It was a spitting image of her!
"The maids of this hotel, were mad at the Mary, because her father paid her to just live here! The maids set fire to the room Mary was staying in. Room 109." That was Gordo room!
"We will now do a reenactment of what the maids may have said.
"Do you think she's coming on to us? I think the blond one knows something is up." Exactly what the women said yesterday. They continued speaking what Lizzie overheard them say last night. But she wasn't so sure it was for the play.
"Come on, let's go search for clues!" Gordo pulled Lizzie over to Miranda who was examining the picture of Mary. On the back of the photograph, said: 1878-1892.
"Gordo, you may think I am insane, but I think what those guides said today was just a cover up for what they said last night." Lizzie said.
"Its fact Lizzie. It what the maids back then did. They killed Mary. And now, if you were listening to the play, they think, Mr.Stienberg, Mary's father, is haunting this inn."
"No, Gordo. I look like a dead girl." Lizzie protested.
"You just need more sleep, that's all." He joked.
"This is serious!" Lizzie explained.
"Guys, hurry up! The other groups are way ahead of us!" Miranda exclaimed.
"Fine. Lets go." Lizzie walked away. She turned back to Cheryl, who smiled, and held up a photograph. Lizzie walked over to her.
"Lizzie, this is the girl who will be killed! I think she looks a lot like Mary, don't you?" A smile spread across Cheryl's lips. Lizzie squinted at it. It was a picture of her!
Lizzie opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. It was just air escaping from her lips.
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