They all fell to the floor and looked around.
"Well, luckily thanks to the bbc landed us just out side the hotel so we would not have to walk miles and miles." Vyv said.
"Don't give away the show."
"Yes. You bumming nazi."
"Shut up Rick!"
Vyv picked up a suitcase and smacked Rick over the head with it. Rick fell to the floor.
"Oh, I knew it would be mine."
"Shut it!"
Vyv smacks Neil over the head aswell.
"Hey guys, look, we are here. Lets go inside ok." Mike grabbed his bags and walked inside. They walked over to the counter and a man looking just like their wacky landlord, Jerzie Balowski.
"Hello, lads. Welcome to Balowski hotel how may I be of helpness?"
"Hey guys I don't like it here."
"Shut it."
"Oh, I never get listened to!"
"A four separate rooms. Cheers. Three single beds and one double for me."
"Yes. Sir."
"Why did we choose here anyway?" Asked Neil
"Cos it was cheap." Replied Rick.
"And because you only read the pictures Rick." Neil said.
"Yes. Lets read the review." Rick got out a brochure and handed it to neil. Neil started to read.
"Built on old gravestones of the voodoo tribes. This is a very crappy venue and really not good enough if you want a nice stay. In fact why bother a tall. You are only looking here because this is a cheap place aren't you. Well, look over the page. Cheapskate!"
Rick held his head.
"Lord save me. We are all gunna die."
"From you?"
"No, the ghosts of the voodoo tribes! They must haunt here."
"You big girl." Vyv walked away.
They all ran up the stairs. The manager followed.
"I'm sorry. We have three rooms. But we had no others. So you will have to settle for the cupboard."
"Neil in the cupboard!" Vyv, Rick and Mike said.
"I knew it. They all hate me. The only reason I am in this is because I clean the set for the BBC."
Neil walked into the cupboard.
That night Rick was having trouble sleeping.
"Ghosts. I know it. I hope they don't kill me. Neil is a much better target."
Suddenly he heard a noise from the bathroom.
"No. Its here."
Rick got out of bed and grabbed a teddy bear.
"This is how it's going to end. I love you Mummy and Daddy. Wait they are dead. Selfish bastards couldn't stay alive to decorate my room. God. Lordy. Back to the ghost. Aggh." Rick screamed and cryed.
"Hello!" A figure walked out of the bathroom. It was Dead Balowski.
"Hello. It me. Mr dead Balowski. I haunt the walls here."
"Please don't kill me!"
"Kill you. I can't kill you. I'm a pacifist. I don't believe in killing."
"So you're a bloody hippy ghost. God. I thought I was worried. Wait until the guys hear about this. I was visited by a hippy ghost!"
Rick went to sleep.
"Its by friend Bob. He should be worried about. He eats people."
Morning came. Rick was down stairs.
"Wow. A hippy ghost."
Neil walked down stairs. He had coat hangers all over him.
"What happened to you?"
"Well, it's a long story. Actually it's quite short. I like asked if the coat hangers would mind if I took them down, as I couldn't move. Then like they went all heavy and attacked me."
"I was visited by a hippy ghost."
"Wow. Was it scary."
"No, I told it to go away."
"Did you."
"Yes. It did nothing."
"Rick?"
"Yes."
"Why is your left arm missing?"
"It is."
Rick run out the hotel screaming.
"Morning Michael!" Vyv shouted.
"Hey Vyv."
"Looks like another trip ruined."
"Yes."
"So much for the extreme scary effects ending with three different mosters rated 18."
"Yes. It does."
