Post by silent.lullaby on Dec 24, 2009 0:28:14 GMT -5
Sweeter Than Heaven [Supernatural] Hotter Than Hell (11) Hotel California
Inside the doors the cold bit at my skin. I rubbed my arms for a moment before bending down and opening both duffle bags. I grabbed a black hooded sweatshirt from the one and quickly put my arms through and zipped it up. In the next bag I shoved a knife in my boot, grabbed my vial of holy water, flashlight and a shotgun loaded with rock salt.
“You take one, I’ll take two, and we’ll meet on the third floor?” I suggested glancing over the large entrance way.
“There is probably a basement.” Gabriel argued, “you want the basement and floor one, or floor two and three?”
“I’ll take two and three thanks,” I replied following the dusty signs to the stairs. “Basements are typically where all the worst stuff happens. Good luck!”
“Cute,” Gabriel muttered, “you got your phone?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I responded before grabbing the knob and heading into the stairwell. I exited on the second floor pointing my gun around the corner. The hallway curved slightly both ways, and I went right first. I checked the doors finding all of them were unlocked, “convenient,” I mused.
I took a quick glance in each door, but found nothing but stripped beds, and dusty black and white televisions. At the end of the hallway was a large window with boards over it, between the cracks I could see the sun descend behind the trees. “And when the sun goes down...” I quickly turned at the sound of footsteps clicking on my flashlight, there was no one. I chuckled nervously, “I’m out of practice.”
Heading back the way I came I could see something at the far end. “A candle?” I whispered to myself. Whoever was carrying it disappeared beyond the bend. I ran to catch up once rounding the bend I seen absolutely nothing. I opened all the doors, but nothing was there.
I pulled out my phone to report my findings to Gabriel while on the stairs to the third floor. My phone didn’t ring at all and I looked at it, “dead?” I stopped and pressed the power button. “I just fucking charged you!” I shouted uselessly at my phone.
The third floor had the same layout as the second floor, and again I went right first. Opening doors till I came across one that was locked, “Room 314?” I looked around and noticed that there was no room 313. “I know what room you really are,” I muttered as I tried the handle again. I jiggled it, but without any success.
Figuring the old locks and old wood doors would give I stepped back took a breath in and kicked. The door didn’t give and I fell backwards into the wall. I looked around, and was grateful Gabriel hadn’t seen that, I’d never live it down.
Checking down the left side and finding nothing I headed back to the stairwell when I felt a shiver down my spine, and a sudden jarring spike of unexplainable fear that left me running down the stairs and I exited on the first floor, “Gabe?” I shouted. “Gabe.”
“Right here, what is it?”
Seeing him made the fear slip away and I couldn’t believe I had just ran off like that for no reason what so ever. “There is a room upstairs, 314, it’s locked.”
“Tell me again why you never bothered to learn to pick locks?”
“Cause you can do it.”
“Not a good reason, what if I’m not around?”
“Don’t say that,” I whispered as we headed up the stairs, I was grateful Gabriel dropped it.
Once on the third floor I could fell the chill in the air and in the blink of an eye the third floor was abuzz with spirits walking, talking to each other, children playing, lovers in each other’s arms. I grabbed Gabriel’s arm, and he looked just as shocked as I bet I did. “Think they see us?” Gabriel asked.
“Not sure,” I replied. A red ball ran into my leg and I picked it up, a young girl ran up and looked up at me, “here you go,” I said giving it to her.
“Thank you Miss,” she said running off.
“Guess that answers that,” Gabriel whispered. “Lets just get to the door and break in.”
“How now there are witnesses.”
“Dead witnesses,” Gabriel argued.
“Spirits, that can and will harm us,” I responded. I looked to a plump spirit in a maids uniform. “Excuse me, my friend is staying in room 314, could you let us in?”
The woman raised an eyebrow, “room 314 is my employer, and I sure ain’t seen you two before.”
“He and I are...having an affair,” I whispered the last part.
The woman shook her head, “he’ll leave you sweety.”
“Maybe not,” I replied.
The spirit slipped in the card and the door opened for me. “No, perhaps not, maybe you’ll stay here forever.” She walked away and I felt nauseous I was so scared I stepped into the room and Gabriel shut it behind him.
“Fucking creepy!” Gabriel whispered loudly.
“You think we’re in too deep on this one?” I asked. “I think we are.” My breathing was all messed up, my heart beating way to fast. “Fear just... lingers here.”
“I don’t like this place, not one bit, how can we stop this?”
“What if this is how it starts?”
“What do you mean?” Gabriel asked as he sat down at the desk and opened the drawers.
“All the people that go missing, originally when this place was open, filled with people, and past dark, how were they to know they weren’t speaking to the living anymore? That the dead begun to wander.”
“What do they want?”
“Not to be alone?” I suggested after a moment. Of everything, that was what I wanted in live. Not fame, not fortune, but to be with people.
Gabriel flipped through papers of the hotel owner and I couldn’t shake the feeling of uneasiness. “Maybe we should leave and re-group,” my voice wavered.
Gabriel looked to me with a worried expression, “you okay?”
I shook my head, “something’s wrong Gabe.”
“Okay, okay, we’ll leave,” he said in a calming tone and put his arm over my shoulder guiding me toward the exit but I paused. “Do you smell that?”
“What?”
“It’s faint... rot.” I turned around and pushed open the door to the bathroom and reeled backwards into my brother. “Oh God.”
“Guess we found the owner.”
Hanging in the bathroom, in a finely pressed suit was the owner, after so many years there was barely any flesh left on the bones. “Salt and burn him, I want to go.” I whimpered.
Gabriel poured his vial of salt over the bones a squirt of gasoline and lit a match sticking it to the fabric before escorting me out of the room. We moved quickly past the spirits in the building. “How many dead bodies are in here?”
“All of them I reckon, somewhere.”
We nearly ran through the lobby before Gabriel ran into the door and saggared back two steps. “Open it!” I nearly shouted in the panic.
He checked the locks finding them unlocked he tried again. And again, nothing.
“We’re locked in.”
“What do you mean!” I pushed on the door, banged on it, kicked.
“I mean it’s fucking stuck or... or something!”
In his voice I could hear the panic he was so desperately trying to conceal from me. I turned around and faced the vast lobby. “Gabe...”
“I’m trying!”
“Gabriel!”
He whipped his head to me, “what?” He shouted.
I pointed and he turned his head to see what I did. The entire lobby filled with the spirits, all looking at us with painted smiles. “Oh honey,” the plump maid from earlier spoke, “you can check out anytime you like... but you can never leave.”
Inside the doors the cold bit at my skin. I rubbed my arms for a moment before bending down and opening both duffle bags. I grabbed a black hooded sweatshirt from the one and quickly put my arms through and zipped it up. In the next bag I shoved a knife in my boot, grabbed my vial of holy water, flashlight and a shotgun loaded with rock salt.
“You take one, I’ll take two, and we’ll meet on the third floor?” I suggested glancing over the large entrance way.
“There is probably a basement.” Gabriel argued, “you want the basement and floor one, or floor two and three?”
“I’ll take two and three thanks,” I replied following the dusty signs to the stairs. “Basements are typically where all the worst stuff happens. Good luck!”
“Cute,” Gabriel muttered, “you got your phone?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I responded before grabbing the knob and heading into the stairwell. I exited on the second floor pointing my gun around the corner. The hallway curved slightly both ways, and I went right first. I checked the doors finding all of them were unlocked, “convenient,” I mused.
I took a quick glance in each door, but found nothing but stripped beds, and dusty black and white televisions. At the end of the hallway was a large window with boards over it, between the cracks I could see the sun descend behind the trees. “And when the sun goes down...” I quickly turned at the sound of footsteps clicking on my flashlight, there was no one. I chuckled nervously, “I’m out of practice.”
Heading back the way I came I could see something at the far end. “A candle?” I whispered to myself. Whoever was carrying it disappeared beyond the bend. I ran to catch up once rounding the bend I seen absolutely nothing. I opened all the doors, but nothing was there.
I pulled out my phone to report my findings to Gabriel while on the stairs to the third floor. My phone didn’t ring at all and I looked at it, “dead?” I stopped and pressed the power button. “I just fucking charged you!” I shouted uselessly at my phone.
The third floor had the same layout as the second floor, and again I went right first. Opening doors till I came across one that was locked, “Room 314?” I looked around and noticed that there was no room 313. “I know what room you really are,” I muttered as I tried the handle again. I jiggled it, but without any success.
Figuring the old locks and old wood doors would give I stepped back took a breath in and kicked. The door didn’t give and I fell backwards into the wall. I looked around, and was grateful Gabriel hadn’t seen that, I’d never live it down.
Checking down the left side and finding nothing I headed back to the stairwell when I felt a shiver down my spine, and a sudden jarring spike of unexplainable fear that left me running down the stairs and I exited on the first floor, “Gabe?” I shouted. “Gabe.”
“Right here, what is it?”
Seeing him made the fear slip away and I couldn’t believe I had just ran off like that for no reason what so ever. “There is a room upstairs, 314, it’s locked.”
“Tell me again why you never bothered to learn to pick locks?”
“Cause you can do it.”
“Not a good reason, what if I’m not around?”
“Don’t say that,” I whispered as we headed up the stairs, I was grateful Gabriel dropped it.
Once on the third floor I could fell the chill in the air and in the blink of an eye the third floor was abuzz with spirits walking, talking to each other, children playing, lovers in each other’s arms. I grabbed Gabriel’s arm, and he looked just as shocked as I bet I did. “Think they see us?” Gabriel asked.
“Not sure,” I replied. A red ball ran into my leg and I picked it up, a young girl ran up and looked up at me, “here you go,” I said giving it to her.
“Thank you Miss,” she said running off.
“Guess that answers that,” Gabriel whispered. “Lets just get to the door and break in.”
“How now there are witnesses.”
“Dead witnesses,” Gabriel argued.
“Spirits, that can and will harm us,” I responded. I looked to a plump spirit in a maids uniform. “Excuse me, my friend is staying in room 314, could you let us in?”
The woman raised an eyebrow, “room 314 is my employer, and I sure ain’t seen you two before.”
“He and I are...having an affair,” I whispered the last part.
The woman shook her head, “he’ll leave you sweety.”
“Maybe not,” I replied.
The spirit slipped in the card and the door opened for me. “No, perhaps not, maybe you’ll stay here forever.” She walked away and I felt nauseous I was so scared I stepped into the room and Gabriel shut it behind him.
“Fucking creepy!” Gabriel whispered loudly.
“You think we’re in too deep on this one?” I asked. “I think we are.” My breathing was all messed up, my heart beating way to fast. “Fear just... lingers here.”
“I don’t like this place, not one bit, how can we stop this?”
“What if this is how it starts?”
“What do you mean?” Gabriel asked as he sat down at the desk and opened the drawers.
“All the people that go missing, originally when this place was open, filled with people, and past dark, how were they to know they weren’t speaking to the living anymore? That the dead begun to wander.”
“What do they want?”
“Not to be alone?” I suggested after a moment. Of everything, that was what I wanted in live. Not fame, not fortune, but to be with people.
Gabriel flipped through papers of the hotel owner and I couldn’t shake the feeling of uneasiness. “Maybe we should leave and re-group,” my voice wavered.
Gabriel looked to me with a worried expression, “you okay?”
I shook my head, “something’s wrong Gabe.”
“Okay, okay, we’ll leave,” he said in a calming tone and put his arm over my shoulder guiding me toward the exit but I paused. “Do you smell that?”
“What?”
“It’s faint... rot.” I turned around and pushed open the door to the bathroom and reeled backwards into my brother. “Oh God.”
“Guess we found the owner.”
Hanging in the bathroom, in a finely pressed suit was the owner, after so many years there was barely any flesh left on the bones. “Salt and burn him, I want to go.” I whimpered.
Gabriel poured his vial of salt over the bones a squirt of gasoline and lit a match sticking it to the fabric before escorting me out of the room. We moved quickly past the spirits in the building. “How many dead bodies are in here?”
“All of them I reckon, somewhere.”
We nearly ran through the lobby before Gabriel ran into the door and saggared back two steps. “Open it!” I nearly shouted in the panic.
He checked the locks finding them unlocked he tried again. And again, nothing.
“We’re locked in.”
“What do you mean!” I pushed on the door, banged on it, kicked.
“I mean it’s fucking stuck or... or something!”
In his voice I could hear the panic he was so desperately trying to conceal from me. I turned around and faced the vast lobby. “Gabe...”
“I’m trying!”
“Gabriel!”
He whipped his head to me, “what?” He shouted.
I pointed and he turned his head to see what I did. The entire lobby filled with the spirits, all looking at us with painted smiles. “Oh honey,” the plump maid from earlier spoke, “you can check out anytime you like... but you can never leave.”