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burning matchstick and wondered if it caused the thunder and lightning. After what we’d seen today, anything seemed possible.
He did make sense and anyway there was nothing we could firmly place a finger upon. As I lay on the mattress, I pondered over what I’d been through in the day, hoping I might find some clues. Surely, Jenny was at the center of it all.
Everything had gone awfully wrong since we met her. In fact, meeting her itself was a wrong thing. Maybe, some call it fate. There seemed to be no scientific explanation behind what I’d been through myself when I woke up in the bathtub in a pool of blood.
I’d never felt so scared in my life before. Anything beyond human comprehension that delved into the dark and the other side always freaked me out.
As I remembered the flickering apparition in the bathroom mirror, a ghost in black that resembled Jenny, my blood froze again.
It was ironic that the same flickering apparition created the illusion of setting Goose’s room on fire.
It was uncanny that it resembled Jenny. Maybe, Hound and Derek were right about her being in trouble. She was, for that’s how we had found her in the first place.
Her unmoving shadow, the group of undead people in tatters standing with the wolf at the entrance of the cemetery as we left, the graves in the cemetery itself, I was sure that the mansion was connected to the cemetery in some way.
The fact that Hound encountered Jenny’s apparition, the same one as we saw, I knew no one had exaggerated his experience. Only that lucky bastard Derek had gotten real, good action. Hound had been the most unfortunate one.
Maybe, he shouldn’t have opened the balcony door. Or maybe, he should have worn iron thongs instead.
I’d seen it in the movies that apparitions could walk through walls and solid objects. I’m sure this one could do much better, just that this one had more brains and genuinely wanted something from us. Something when we are alive.
Had she wanted, we would all have been dead in an instant. At least, one could safely conclude that she wanted us to live. Or maybe, she just didn’t want to kill us for some reason.
Surely, Jeremy and Nanny, were hiding something from us. If not for a reason, they probably didn’t want the hotel guests to know.
If he really cared that much for Jenny, how could he let Jenny wander two kilometers away from the mansion in a crazy, moonless, wild, stormy night? Was he after her money? Nah! That didn’t seem possible, it surely wasn’t one of those ‘the-butler-did-it’ kind of a scary story we had here.
The evil portrait of Jenny’s great grandpa seemed to be there everywhere. Surely, nobody would have put up that ugly dude’s mug shot all over the mansion in pure reverence. If that were the case, were they scared of him? How come there were no portraits of Jenny’s parents or grand-parents? Why only this evil dude?
Hound had removed that ugly picture from his room and kept it in his bathroom and had gotten into a sticky situation right after that. Goose had covered the ugly painting with a towel. I had covered the painting with my t-shirt. Only Derek hadn’t cared about the painting. While Derek got laid, we got mothered. I concluded that the ugly portrait was a part of all this for sure.
The thumping sound in the seventh room was something we all experienced together just now. Jeremy had lied and that witch-Nanny had nodded in agreement. There was something going on in the seventh room. We would get to the bottom of it. All we needed to do was thump Jeremy around, jiggle his balls a bit and he would rattle out the truth. Maybe, we’ll ask that toothpick Nanny to strip and do a pole dance for Jeremy.
No, that would be too harsh on someone who had given us a week’s free stay. The jiggle approach was more civilized and wouldn’t have us being hauled up by the Human Rights Commission. Shock therapy with the
He did make sense and anyway there was nothing we could firmly place a finger upon. As I lay on the mattress, I pondered over what I’d been through in the day, hoping I might find some clues. Surely, Jenny was at the center of it all.
Everything had gone awfully wrong since we met her. In fact, meeting her itself was a wrong thing. Maybe, some call it fate. There seemed to be no scientific explanation behind what I’d been through myself when I woke up in the bathtub in a pool of blood.
I’d never felt so scared in my life before. Anything beyond human comprehension that delved into the dark and the other side always freaked me out.
As I remembered the flickering apparition in the bathroom mirror, a ghost in black that resembled Jenny, my blood froze again.
It was ironic that the same flickering apparition created the illusion of setting Goose’s room on fire.
It was uncanny that it resembled Jenny. Maybe, Hound and Derek were right about her being in trouble. She was, for that’s how we had found her in the first place.
Her unmoving shadow, the group of undead people in tatters standing with the wolf at the entrance of the cemetery as we left, the graves in the cemetery itself, I was sure that the mansion was connected to the cemetery in some way.
The fact that Hound encountered Jenny’s apparition, the same one as we saw, I knew no one had exaggerated his experience. Only that lucky bastard Derek had gotten real, good action. Hound had been the most unfortunate one.
Maybe, he shouldn’t have opened the balcony door. Or maybe, he should have worn iron thongs instead.
I’d seen it in the movies that apparitions could walk through walls and solid objects. I’m sure this one could do much better, just that this one had more brains and genuinely wanted something from us. Something when we are alive.
Had she wanted, we would all have been dead in an instant. At least, one could safely conclude that she wanted us to live. Or maybe, she just didn’t want to kill us for some reason.
Surely, Jeremy and Nanny, were hiding something from us. If not for a reason, they probably didn’t want the hotel guests to know.
If he really cared that much for Jenny, how could he let Jenny wander two kilometers away from the mansion in a crazy, moonless, wild, stormy night? Was he after her money? Nah! That didn’t seem possible, it surely wasn’t one of those ‘the-butler-did-it’ kind of a scary story we had here.
The evil portrait of Jenny’s great grandpa seemed to be there everywhere. Surely, nobody would have put up that ugly dude’s mug shot all over the mansion in pure reverence. If that were the case, were they scared of him? How come there were no portraits of Jenny’s parents or grand-parents? Why only this evil dude?
Hound had removed that ugly picture from his room and kept it in his bathroom and had gotten into a sticky situation right after that. Goose had covered the ugly painting with a towel. I had covered the painting with my t-shirt. Only Derek hadn’t cared about the painting. While Derek got laid, we got mothered. I concluded that the ugly portrait was a part of all this for sure.
The thumping sound in the seventh room was something we all experienced together just now. Jeremy had lied and that witch-Nanny had nodded in agreement. There was something going on in the seventh room. We would get to the bottom of it. All we needed to do was thump Jeremy around, jiggle his balls a bit and he would rattle out the truth. Maybe, we’ll ask that toothpick Nanny to strip and do a pole dance for Jeremy.
No, that would be too harsh on someone who had given us a week’s free stay. The jiggle approach was more civilized and wouldn’t have us being hauled up by the Human Rights Commission. Shock therapy with the
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