"I've got a knife!"
The only reply Sean got was his own echo as he yelled up into the open air-vent. Sean looked down at his daughter as he placed the blade of the pocket knife between his teeth. Jemma chewed her lip as she, Julia and Raul watched from below. Sean had stacked a chair on the small wooden coffee table in attempt to reach the air-vent. Blood dripped down slowly in front of him. "Oh, be careful dad." Jemma called up. Her father placed the knife inside the vent.
"Don't worry squirt." Sean grinned and grabbed the sides of the air-vent. As he tried to pull himself up, his hand slipped on the blood which sent him toppling to one side. There came a dull crack as Sean's face contected with the side of the vent. There came a muffle curse while down below, Julia winced. Raul hissed a little as Jemma gasped loudly. The knife slipped out of the vent and hit the coffee table with a soft thump.
"Dad! Dad, are you alright?" The english blader questioned. Sean looked down, smiling a little. Blood dripped down his chin before he winced. Raul turned to look to his right when he heard a sound. His eyes were trained on the door of the lobby before something raced past. Raul slowly inched towards the door, every nerve in his body tense with fear. Julia had yet to notice her brother was missing. Sean returned to looking in the vent, but did not try to pull himself in. If anything he hated small spaces and the copper smell was making his stomach turn. "Anything?" Jemma called up hopefully. Sean shook his head.
"Nothing squirt. Whoever was in the vent was in a hurry." Sean paused as he jumped to the floor. Pulling a wad of tissues from his pocket, the elder Scott spat out the blood in his mouth. "If the person stopped right above you, I doubt they would have been injuried. If they had, they would have kicked their way out of the vent and landed right on top of you." Sean shrugged. He quickly wiped his mouth as Jemma shuddered.
"Raul? Raul?" Julia called. The elder twin started to panic slightly as she tried to search for her brother. "Raul, stop kidding around! Where are you?" Julia questioned but there was still no reply. Jemma frowned as she and her father joined in the search. "Raul! I demand you come out of hiding right now!" Julia screamed.
There was nothing but silence.
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Brooklyn groaned loudly and placed a hand to his head. What happened? the blader wondered as he opened his eyes. The ceiling looked the same as the one in his hotel room. However, as Brooklyn sat up, he found he was in a different room altogether. The top half of the walls were painted a pale yellow while the bottom half was pale green. A strip of wallpaper, which had pictures of yellow tulips on, divided the two colours. Brooklyn stared round in confusion.
"Glad to see you're awake. You had me a little worried."
Brooklyn jumped and turned to his right, falling off the small narrow bed. "Oof!" Brooklyn cursed, rubbing his sore tailbone. The sound of running feet was heard as the owner of the room ran round their bed to his aid.
"Be careful." The figure stated as if they were talking to a child. "Are you alright Brooklyn?" The figure asked. Brooklyn looked up to met dark forest green eyes. May-lin smiled back sweetly which caused Brooklyn to blush. He said nothing as May-lin helped him up. They both sat down on May-lin's bed.
"W-Wh-What happened? Why am I here?" The Zeus blader inquried. May-lin pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. There was a sad expression in her eyes which set alarm bells off in Brooklyn's head. "May-lin?" he questioned.
"You fainted outside The Room." The chinese blader began. Brooklyn raised an eyebrow. Had he fainted? But why? He didn't even remember being outside that room. "What are you doing up here? None of the hotel guests can get to this level. Only the staff, Sean and the team can." May-lin informed as she turned to look at him. Brooklyn frowned a little, racking his brain for an answer when it hit him.
"Your friend...El-Eli-Elizabeta?" Brooklyn nodded his head. "Yeah, Elizabeta let me up. I wanted to see if you were alright but I couldn't find you anywhere so I asked Elizabeta and she let me onto this level." Brooklyn stopped so the information could sink in. The silence was heavy in the room. "What's with that room. I read a bit about it in the leaflet...but what happened just now...I can't explain it." Brooklyn mumbled. May-lin licked her dry lips.
"We're not too sure either. It's been like that for years, way before we moved in. Everyone who ever set foot in that room goes mad, until they kill themselves. There's no ghoul or spirit in that room but the room feeds off negitive energy." May-lin paused, drawing a pattern on her bed spread. Brooklyn waited. "The last person found in that room had been dead for 2 months. According to Jemma it was terrible. After we found out how many had died, everyone in the hotel made a deal that the room would be locked. Then, just to be on the safe side, Nathan sealed the darkness inside the room." Brooklyn raised an eyebrow.
"Sealed the darkness? How do you mean?" He asked. May-lin stretched her legs.
"He has...this book which had been passed down through his family. It helps him control Chaos when his bit-beast is at its worst. While he was flicking through he found this spell. None of the staff believed it would work but we agreed to give it a go. Anything to keep the darkness in the room. Ever since that day, The Room has been doing everytime it can to get out." May-lin looked at Brooklyn dead in the eye. "Even calling out to troubled people in hope they would try to unlock the door. Lucky you passed out." She finished.
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Raul whimpered and tried to pull the duck-tape apart which was bundled round his wrists. He didn't remember how he got down into the basement, all tied up like a god-damn turkey, but it had happened. All Raul could remember was standing with his sister and Jemma in the lobby, seeing someone run past the room and then he went to follow. Raul tried to take a deep breath through his nose, as his mouth was also bounded with duck tape.
"Silly little boy."
Raul's eyes widened. He tried to get up and run only to end up flat on his face. In his panic, the young blader had forgotten about the duck-tape round his legs. The footsteps of the killer were getting closer. Raul paniced further and tried to crawl across the dusty floor. If anyone else was in the room, they could have laughed over Raul's failed caterpillar impression. However it was not the time to laugh and Raul was left all alone with the killer.
"Get back here maggot."
A clammy hand clamped down on Raul's leg and dragged him back towards the killer. Raul tried to scream as he was rolled onto his back. The duck-tape did it's job well as the only thing that could be heard was a muffled yelp. The killer polished his knife as he smirked at Raul. The blader closed his eyes as tear stained his eye-lashes. This is it. he thought sadly. Julia...I'm so sorry.
The killer laughed. "It's showtime."
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"As John Cusack said in 1408:'Hotels are a naturally creepy place...Just think, how many people have slept in that bed before you? How many of them were sick? How many...died?'In all fairness, it isn't really something I should be thinking about. However since the unexplained events that have happened, I find myself thinking more and more about that one line. What annoys me more is the fact I'm typing this out but no-one will see it until after the snow melts. The snow storm cut off the internet line so I guess the only reason I'm typing this down is so my head doesn't get filled up with thoughts.
The way things are going, I doubt anyone will be able to read this. It's been a damn shame for everyone who has died...none of them deserve any of this. The least we could do for them is keep them in the freezer. This way I'll be in good shape, if not a little frozen. Would their families really mind at all?
If the killings aren't bad enough, Chaos tried to take over Nathan, The Room has been playing up and a few people now know my phobia of sheep. It's not my fault! I hate the damn creatures."
Jemma tapped the side of her keyboard. "Oh sod it!" she huffed before saving her work and shutting her laptop down. Jemma was worried for Raul. She had helped Julia search high and low for her missing brother, yet no trace of him could be found. It was like he was just disappeared. The english blader had left Julia with Mariah and Emily so she could clear her head. However, with anything going to pot, Jemma knew deep down that Raul was most likely dead.
Jemma slumped back in her chair and lifted her head up to stared hard at the ceiling. "Why does this happen to my family? First my uncle goes nuts, then my mother turns out to be a druggie and runs away...now this. Are the Scotts cursed or something?" Jemma grumbled. Her only answer was the howling wind. It was getting dark outside. Jemma got up, grabbing a black turtle neck jumper and putting it on.
I'll go see how my team are doing. After all, it's a team-leader's duty to keep the team moral up. Jemma smiled a little as she slipped her swipe card in her jean pocket and headed for the door. Maybe I could rope Nathan into another duel of Mortal Kombat...if he's not playing Silent Hill 2 again. Jemma laughed a little and exited her room.