Yay, I got reviews, so I'll write some more. But was going wacko for me. I put up my story yesterday morning, about 8, and I didn't get an email saying that it's up till 8 this morning :

Oh, in case you don't know, a lift is the same as an elevator

6 hours and 23 minutes later, H.G. Wells's history class 10b arrived at their destination. It was an old hotel which bore a striking resemblance to 'Tower of Terror' at MGM. The students shuffled into the main hall, a huge chamber that had ancient statues covered in cobwebs. It looked like no one had inhabited it for centuries. Mr Hackett stood at the front of the bunch and ushered everyone to sit down at available seats.

"Well, class," he started, hoping that the students would listen, "It seems that the previous owner died some years ago and we have only been informed. However we do have a bunch of keys so pick up a pair and find the room. Now there are two to a room, but I'm not having any boy and girls in a room together-"

Phil and Keely sighed, but it was Owen who butted into his teacher's speech,

"So, Mr H, why can't we be boy girl to a room?"

"Because, Owen, I know what boys and girls get up to these days when there are no adults to watch them"

"So, just 'cause you're desperately lonely, you can't let anyone get together, even if they are boys and girls?" Everyone laughed when Owen said this,

"Just for that Owen, you can share a room with me" Owen's eyes whitened and everyone laughed up this. Phil sighed some more, if he couldn't share with Keely or Owen, who was he gonna share with? A pile of keys lay on the table. Students ran up to the desk to collect them. Phil stayed back to talk to Keely,

"Hey, Keels, who are you gonna go with?" He asked her,

"Well, I was hoping we could share a room, but I might share with Via. You don't mind, do you?"

"Me? Mind? Of course not, I'm sure I can go with someone, maybe Mr Hackett was only joking about Owen" Phil said anxiously, looking around, only him, Keely, Via, Owen and the teachers left.

"So, Owen, are you really gonna be staying with Mr Hackett?" Phil asked him

"Nah, but I will have to be in his group when we go around town. Wanna share a room?"

"Sure" Phil replied, "I'll go get a key" There was only one key left and both Keely and Phil appeared at the table together. Keely put her hand on the key two mili-seconds before Phil. Phil took his hand back in an instance as he placed it on top of Keely's. Neither could escape the awkward moment they'd experienced. Keely had the keys clenched in her hand.

"Um…this is the last key. It's on 5th floor" she said quietly. He nodded and watched her go into the lift with Via.

"Erm, Mr Hackett, there aren't anymore keys" Phil told his teacher. One of the other teachers went over to the concierge desk and picked up a cobweb covered key

"O.k, you're on floor 6 room 66, sorry, it's the last key that isn't broken or missing, but it's the only key from that floor, it seems like you boys have the whole floor to yourself"

As the two boys picked up their luggage, the lift on the left side of the room pinged and Keely emerged.

"Hey Phil," she said, in a perky voice, "Via's settled in, thought I could come see your room"

"Sure," Phil replied, he turned to see Owen chatting up some village girls who had come to see what was going on in the hotel. They both sighed and Phil called out to him that he was going up to the room. Phil and Keely walked towards the lift, Phil dragging his luggage behind him. Keely pressed the cobwebby button indicating the lift to go up. The large metal doors opened and the two stepped in. Phil pressed the button for 6 and the doors slammed shut. The lift made a grinding noise as it departed. Keely shivered,

"It feels like no one's been in here for years"

"Keel, everyone has been going up and down in this to go to their rooms, it's fine"

"No everyone went in the other one, that one had proper lighting, not some old lamps in the corner."

"Oh" was all Phil said. He looked at the dial going up, it was nearing 6.

"Urgh!" he said in disgust, "there's something sticky on my finger." Phil put it under the lamp light. His face paled,

"Keely…it's blood. It was from the button panel" As he said this the lights flickered off. Keely screamed. "Relax, Keels, its cause it's old, I think we're almost on my floor." Phil scrambled through his bag till he found a torch. He directed the light towards the floor dial at the top. The arrow was pointing at 8. Keely saw it too,

"Phil, I'm scared." As the dial reached between 8 and 9, the top floor, there was a sharp grind and the lift stopped moving.

"Phil…I'm really scared"

Yet another chapter done. Go me :D Thank you all my reviewers from all my story. You guys rock! Thanks Chels (even though I'm talking to you on MSN right now), you rock, you help me loads. I have school tomorrow so I'll try to post the next chapter after school.