It's funny how it was supposed to be a one-shot and now I'm stretching even their stories to separate chapters. Anyhow, this is Roman's story.

"It happened a year ago," Roman started but immediately he was interrupted by Seth.

"A true story? I like that."

Roman looked at Seth but continued. "It was Monday and Raw just ended. I had match that night, we all did," he corrected himself. "I wanted to leave right afterwards, go straight to bed, you know. So I packed my stuff and in five minutes I was gone."

Seth appeared to be thinking about that night, trying to remember, but it was impossible. It was a year ago, and honestly, Seth had no idea what Roman was talking about. But that made it only more interesting.

"I entered the room and wanted to turn the lights on – because it was really dark – but it didn't work. I went over to the bathroom and turn the light on there. That worked, although only for a few minutes. Before I could get all my stuff out of the bag, the room was absolutely dark again. I was thinking screw it but also I wanted to fucking see something, so finally I went downstairs to the reception to ask them at least for a flashlight. But it was empty; not a single employee of that madhouse was there." Roman stopped to readjust his position on the ground. "I decided to leave it; I was leaving in the morning anyway. And it's not like I need a light on to fall asleep. Therefore I got back to my floor and entered the room. I opened the window. Normally I'd get some light from outside, from street lighting or a fucking moon, but I had the luck to get the awesome view at the neighbors. Who were sleeping by that time, by the way. Or nobody lived there. Anyhow, I tried to find my way around using my phone. Damn! How I wished I had installed that flashlight app."

"This story is boring," Dean cried.

"It'll get better," promised Roman and continued, "I noticed a chocolate on the pillow."

Dean had problems believing him. "Yeah, like you'd remember that."

"There could've been one," he said. "I took it and threw it away – I didn't trust it. Then I lay down on the bed. Still wearing the same clothes, without taking a shower, but I didn't care. I closed my eyes. The seconds I closed them though, I sensed something strange. A change. I opened my eyes to see that the lights were on."

"I don't get it. What's so scary about this story? So the electricity started working again," Dean reasoned.

Ignoring Dean's comment, Roman continued. "I heard someone knocking on my door. I thought that maybe somebody came to apologize for the loss of electricity. I stood up and walked over to the door. The second I opened them, the lights went off again. Moreover, there was nobody in the corridor. And everything was so fucking quiet. I returned inside but I couldn't leave it like that. I knew something was happening. One more time I opened the door and looked outside. I stepped outside and decided to check the hallway. The strange thing was that the elevator worked. Just to see, I went on the next floor where I noticed the lights worked there. It had to be just my floor and my room. And that was way too suspicious. Besides, when I wanted to enter the room, I couldn't get inside. The key-card didn't work."

"Hey," Seth interrupted. "I remember something like that happening to me. It could have been a year ago, when I think about it. But there was more than the lights. When I first got into the room, I noticed the windows – all the windows – were opened. I tried to close them but it seemed impossible. Then –when I almost gave up – I managed to close them. And the funny thing was, on one window there was a picture of me. On the other, there was a picture of The Shield. But, my face was crossed out."

"That didn't happen in my room. But when I finally got into my room, I saw my clothes all over the room. Covered in something red. I hoped it wasn't blood, but that's what I honestly thought it was. And the same color was on the mirror in the bathroom, where, surprisingly, the lights were on. Then I looked at the bathtub. Something was in there. I moved the curtain to see a life-size inflatable figure of me – I didn't even know they made those – wearing my then ring gear. And 'I' had a knife stabbed in my chest. Now that was a strange sight."

"Have you found out what happened?" Seth asked, worried.

"Not really. I just assumed – and now that I know it happened to you as well, I'm more or less sure – that somebody was pissed at The Shield for winning. I really can't remember who we had a match against that night, but it's possible that they did this. For fun. I mean, did the same thing, or something similar, happened to you as well, Dean?"

"Hmm, let me think," he paused. "A year ago, you say?"

"More or less."

"I remember having blood in my room. I remember some pictures of The Shield."

"Then it had to be it –" Roman concluded but got interrupted by Dean.

"I also remember asking the charming hotel manager what it would take for her to let me manipulate with some rooms," he said casually.

"Idiot!" Seth shouted.

"I should have thought that it was you," admitted Roman.

"It was fun to play with your minds." He laughed. "You both refused to sleep alone the next night."

"How do you know that?"

"Oh, I know everything."

Roman wondered. "So what did it take to make her help you?"

Dean smiled but didn't say anything. Then, when Roman and Seth stopped noticing him, his looked abstractedly on the ground. The smile was gone. He didn't feel like mentioning that he got a threatening letter, possibly at that time. And that the blood in his room wasn't put there by him. Basically, saying that it was a joke made by him was a lie. He just took credit for something he didn't do. Dean didn't even know the reason why he lied about it. What he knew was that if now he said the truth, they wouldn't believe him. At least they feel better thinking it was a joke. Maybe it was. Maybe not.

"Well, anyway, that's my story. Who'd like to continue?"

Seth meant to speak but Dean interrupted. "It wasn't me," he finally said.

"You just said it was."

"I lied."

"Why would you lie about that?" Roman asked, laughing.

"I don't know, okay? I just did."

Seth started wondering. Could he actually be telling truth now? Or what was happening? "So you're saying that none of what you said a minute ago is true."

"Yes," Dean replied slowly, nodding.

"You didn't make that joke."

"I don't even know if it was a joke," he admitted.

"Shit," Roman exclaimed. "What happened that night? Now I'm getting worried."

"I don't know. I don't understand."

Dean said, "It could have really been just a revenge on us because of the earlier match."

"But we don't know for sure."

"Look," Dean concluded. "It happened a year ago. It didn't repeat. And we're still alive."

"Actually," Seth said.

"What? You're dead?" asked Dean sarcastically.

"No." Seth laughed. "But something like that happened one more time to me."

"Is that your story?"

"No, I have something else to tell. But that one when I had to call 911 would be probably interesting as well."

"You can tell both."

"We don't have whole night for this."

"Actually," Dean said, "that's the nice thing. We do."