It's approaching midnight as I finish this short chapter. Please enjoy! Also look for a sentence which sounds like a death of a person, which will be a foreshadow of a death later on (something that sounds out of the ordinary if you know what I'm talking about).


Chapter 2: Relieving Memories

Goombella turned around as Dry Bones knocked on hotel door, as she opened it. He was holding a mug of hot chocolate and a dish of scungilli pasta in his other outstretched hand. Although Goombella didn't want him to enter, she had no choice but to make him free to enter.

"I thought you would be hungry," explained Dry Bones, trying his best to ease her. He walked in and set the food on the table.

"I don't feel like having company at the moment," Goombella sighed, locking the door securely. "But I guess that talking is the best solution." She sniffed, and turned on the TV to reveal that it was 4 o'clock in the morning. The terrible accident had only occurred eight hours ago.

"You have to tell me why you got off that ride," said Dry Bones. "Did you see something? I mean, what made you so frightened to get off?"

"I received a vision of the entire thing happening," said Goombella, stuffing a piece of the pasta into her mouth. "Before I was about die from falling off, I was back in my seat with the ride about to start. I told everyone to get off because I knew it was true, and then Goombario…" Her voice trailed off, as she flipped through the channels full of buried melancholy

They sat down in silence, as Goombella kept on eating, her food continuing to be devoured.

"You don't believe me, do you?" she said suddenly. "I can easily tell by your face. I wouldn't believe it if I were you."

"I do," said Dry Bones. "It just sounds wild and…bizarre. I know that it's awful and strange too, but the fact that this situation existed is beyond ordinary."

"Me too," said Goombella. "And now Goombario's dead, along with other of our friends. Lahla is over depressed in the room next door because Peeka's dead too. So much for lasting friends and loved ones."

"I talked to her," said Dry Bones. "But the conversation ended quickly."

"That's what I supposed," said Goombella. "You were never serious in class, but you seem to adapt to a more different personality. What is this stuff anyway?" She held a piece of the pasta at the tip of the fork. "It tastes so good."

"I think it's a sort of snail pasta," said Dry Bones, grinning.

Goombella dropped her fork and immediately ran to the bathroom, and dumped the whole bowl into the garbage. She came back to find Dry Bones chuckling on the bed.

"That's not funny!" she said, taking a giant sip of hot chocolate. "Don't you feel depressed and shocked yourself of what happened last night? You should feel the same way, like the others are feeling at heir near-death approach.

"The others aren't sad," he told her. "I visited Steve and Koopie Koo to deliver towels, and they seemed all right and all normal."

"Why on earth are you delivering towels to them?" she asked him. "Did you sleep at all last night?"

"How could I?" he replied. "I'm too shocked and depressed at what had happened last night. And I didn't lose someone important to me." This was an indeed wrong thing to say and hurt Goombella like a chain going through her, but she just looked at him until she knew what to say.

"Please, I need to be alone," said Goombella. "Just by myself to think about this. And don't enter any more rooms, it'll make people suspicious. Good night Dry Bones."

"Well, good night," he said, and he exited the room quickly, taking the hot chocolate with him. Goombella sat on the bed, thinking of what had happened at the ride. She was actually in her dream, and felt pain and anxiety during the seeing of the accident. But it was all a vision which she imagined in her head.

The thought of Goombario filled her mind, but he was already gone and perished.

"The picture," she said quietly, and remembered that she had taken the last picture of him in her camera. She opened and reached into her backpack until she felt the camera at the bottom, where she had put it last.

Taking it out slowly, she then pressed the menu to look at the pictures she had taken at the dreadful night. Then she spotted the picture of Goombario, as she tried to keep her sadness from approaching her.

But then she realized something in the picture. Behind him, there was the insanity ride with the people boarding it who had gone before them, and the seat directly next to Goombario in the background had an empty seat with the raised harnesses. Goombella looked it closely, and realized in the picture that it was the only seat with no person in it. She was too tired to think, or support herself from eventually falling asleep on the floor, as she dreamt of Goombario still alive with her.

At ten o'clock, Lahla and Goombella had the urge to explore Las Vegas even more, despite the losses which had occurred the night before. The news about the Insanity accident spread around the city, making people deeply cautious about where they went. The Stratosphere Tower was closed down for the next month.

Goombella could see that Lahla was handling the death of her sister more easily, which was because Lahla's family had a myth claiming they would simply appear in another location when they were to die, because they were Boos, and because their great great Grandfather had been cast a spell by Lady Lahla, and spiritual person known long ago, which is now why and how Lahla was named. Lahla kept the odd family tradition theory in her head, and although Goombella believed it was not true, she never mentioned about it. They decided to sit down and talk at lunch for an hour, until they felt more relaxed and better to explore further, and into the Excalibur Hotel.

"Excalibur has all those medieval theme stuff," Lahla told her. "And really good food, except for Manchu Wok, which is also pretty good if you ask me. Look, it's Poochy. He's doing the 'Trick the Jester' game." Poochy was asking the jester to guess his age, and if the jester guessed it within two years apart, Poochy wouldn't win a prize, and vice versa if the jester's guess was off.

"I wrote down my answer, so tell me your age."

"Eighteen, you odd-hatted person."

"I guessed seventeen," said the jester, showing him the number on her paper. "I'm a winner."

"You lose!" exclaimed Poochy, spinning his collar chain around his neck. "You guessed wrong, so I get a prize! Sucker!"

"It's within two years apart," stated the jester. "You didn't win." Poochy stared at her in unreasonable disgust.

"That was a waster of money," he snapped, and he walked away as others around him looked at him strangely. Goombella and Lahla explored further within the exciting hotel, and took pictures with a talking metallic dragon, which actually emitted proper flames. They had ended up traveling further, and had walked down the streets for two hours on the Las Vegas Strip, but didn't stop anyway particular.

"I guess that stuff can seem better," said Goombella. "I thought that the whole accident yesterday was a step down when they died. I wonder if they would have a funeral."

"They're going to back home," replied Lahla, trying on a feathered shawl from a store. "We're leaving Las Vegas tonight at midnight, according to the others."

"Tonight?" asked Goombella. "I was expecting to stay a bit more."

"Let's go back to Luxor and try the Virtual Movie Theatre," suggested Lahla. "Or we could go to the IMAX 3-D."

"Either one is fine," said Goombella. "Everything is fine." Although she said that out loud, she never meant it. Nothing was fine with her at the moment, and as they explored the King Tutankhamen Audio Mini Interactive Museum, she felt that something invisible and unseen was following her, as the day approached 3 o'clock.

Death was planning his strike, but this certain strike would take care of more than one.

Two.


I included the foreshadow ofthe future death/intervene death of someone, but it's only a small hidden thing that I put in. The next chapter will start the chain of deaths.