Well, only two reviews but oh well. Here is chapter 3!
Disclaimer: I own everything but Bark, Bean, and Nack. Sega owns those those idiots.
I got the idea for this fic after reading a book, so some ideas in this chapter are from the book.
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"I'm going to go read a book." Bark said nearly an hour and half after they had settled down to watch TV. The polar bear stood and walked into one of the two bedrooms, leaving Nack and Bean sitting on the couch.
Nack jumped off of the couch. "I ain't staying with that idiot!" The weasel announced as he sauntered into the other bedroom. Now alone, Bean snatched up the remote and flipped through the channels.
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Not wanting to be bothered by either Bean or Nack, Bark shut the door behind him as he walked into his temporary bedroom. It was a nice bedroom. Unlike the other room, the walls in this room were composed of dark wood paneling, but the carpet in here was the same thick, shaggy carpet that covered the floor of the other rooms. In the center of the room was a large bed with embroidered green and gold comforter and several matching pillows. Directly across from the foot of the bed was an entertainment center stocked with yet another big screen TV, a large boom box that looked like it would hold several of the CDs that were stacked were next to it, a gaming system, and several video games. Next to that was a dark wood bookshelf. Stacks of books were piled on the shelves.
That was what Bark had been looking for. The polar bear flipped through the different titles, looking for something interesting. He was about halfway down the bookshelf when he accidentally knocked a hardcover book off of the shelf. He bent down to pick it up. Out of curiosity, he glanced at the cover. The title of it was "101 True Ghost Stories". Having found nothing better to read, Bark walked over to the large, comfortable looking chair that had been placed by the bookshelf.
The polar sat down and propped his feet up on the ottoman. He was about to click on the lamp that was next to him when he realized that there was still plenty of light coming through the window. Bark opened up the book and was about to start reading when he heard Bean shouting from the other room.
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"Bark!" Bean shouted from the couch, "The TV just turned off by itself!" The duck frantically tapped the power button on the remote. "It won't turn back on!"
Nack poked his head out of one of the two bedrooms. "The power went off, idiot. Nothing's on." He said before he popped back into his room.
With a disappointed sigh, Bean laid the remote aside and walked into the room that he and Bark would be sharing. He opened up the door and flopped down on the bed. "Bark, the power is off. What am I going to do all night?"
"It won't be off too long Bean." Bark assured his friend, looking up from the book that he had been trying to read, "Remember, the same thing happened last time we stayed here. Give it about half an hour and it will go back on."
"Okay..." Bean sighed.
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Later...
It was the third hour. The third hour of no power, the third hour of absolute silence, the third hour of Bark reading countless ghost stories, the third hour of Nack muttering curses at Bean, and the third hour of Bean restlessly wandering the large hotel room.
Not that Bean and Nack were the only one's getting a little edgy. Bark would not mind if the power went back either. He was getting a little tired of reading stories about people who claimed to have had paranormal experiences, but at the moment there was nothing else to do.
The polar bear looked up from his book as Bean opened up the door and walked in. Slightly suspicious, Bark laid aside his book. "How do you do it?" Bean moaned, lying down on the bed the same way someone who was talking to a therapist would lie down on a chaise lounge.
Before Bark could answer, Nack burst into the room. "Alright!" He yelled. "Why aren't you going insane like we are?" He demanded. "What's your secret?"
Bark motioned to the book that was lying in his lap. "This book." He said, "You guys should try reading one."
Bean sat up and shook his head. "I've tried books. After fifteen minutes all I end up with is a pile of ash!"
"Try reading them instead of blowing them up." Bark advised.
"Oh." That had not occurred to Bean. Uninterested in the conversation that was developing, Nack sat down on the bed. "So what are you reading about?" Bean asked, looking at the book cover. "The supernatural?"
"The paranormal." Bark responded.
"Oh, that's a relief. Pair of normal what?" Bean asked.
Bark shook his head. "No, Bean, not a 'pair of normal', the paranormal. The paranormal are things that are beyond explanation...like ghosts."
"And sporks?" Bean asked. "I always wondered how they combined a fork and a spoon...and why call it a spork? Why not call it a foon or a-"
"Bean, " Nack said.
"Yes Nack?"
"Sporks ain't paranormal so shut the hell up!" Nack yelled.
Bark continued talking. "Another paranormal thing is that when you feel like something is about to happen, and then it happens."
Bean felt a chill run down his spine. "Bark!" He cried. "I think I had a paranormal experience just the other night!"
Nack snorted. Bark raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yeah! It was after dinner and I was lying on the couch watching TV and... I was yawning and I felt my eyes growing heavy... And I had this overpowering feeling that I was about to fall asleep, and I did!" Bean hollered.
Nack and Bark stared at the green duck for a long time without speaking. "And do you have the overpowering feeling that you're about to experience pain?" Nack asked at last.
"Right now? No not really..."
Nack jumped off the bed and kicked Bean. "Ow!" The duck yelled.
"Never doubt the paranormal..." Nack muttered as he stalked out of the room and into the kitchen.
All this time, Bark had been reading the book. When Nack left, he handed the book to Bean. "Read that."
Bean began to read the passage to himself. It read:
Miles "Tails" Prower of Mystic Ruins reports the fascinating case of the phantom telephone conversation. "I was talking to my friend Amy Rose for a couple minutes late one day when I realized that the phone plug was disconnected," he writes. "The next day, I told Amy what had happened. Confused, she told me that she had been chasing after Sonic in the middle of nowhere at the time that I called her. She would not have been able to talk to me even if the phone had been connected."
"Creepy..." Bean said handing the book back to Bark. "I never knew that Tails got reception the Mystic Ruins!" The duck said as he walked out of the room. Bark now understood why Bean said that he was going crazy. His brain had turned into a two week old banana three hours ago.
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