I’m so sorry this is super long, I really got carried away with this! I’m trying to rewrite my old horror series and I’ve kinda used this as a bit of practice.
“You need to leave.” and “Are you scared?”
Lola scribbled the details into the motels logbook, a strand of hair fell in front of her face, she tutted at it and tucked it behind her ear. She had ten minutes left before her shift ended, the pleasant reminder of a bottle of wine waiting at her home had got her through the day.
The Redbank Motel was busy this time of year, her feet ached from the constant demands of the guests, several times today she had to be pulled away from the reception desk to deal with minor complaints. She could already imagine the disgruntled online reviews, raving about how the bathrooms aren’t properly stocked with fine quality toilet paper.
She drummed her fingers on the desk, her shift was over but Megan had yet to show up to take over. Lola bit her tongue to stop herself from cursing, she constantly checked the time, any moment now the bus into town would drive by and the next wouldn’t be for another hour.
Gritting her teeth she swung her handbag over her shoulder and stormed out, her steps angry on the ground as she rushed towards the bus stop. She got halfway before something caught her eye, making her freeze. The door to Room 107 was wide open and the cleaning cart was parked outside it.
The infamous room looked like all the rest, the door was turquoise and the numbers were a dull gold but unlike the others it had took lives. Lola didn’t believe in curses or the supernatural but she knew that that room was evil, she had seen many bodies pulled out of it and she had to scrub the blood away. After a while she refused to enter or go near the room.
Lola took a deep breath, her heart pounded against her rib cage, she wondered if this was what a panic attack felt like. The wind moved the door gently back and forth and waved the curtains as if it were beckoning her to come closer.
Tears threatened to fall at the corners of her eyes. Lola felt her unable to control her body, she took a step forward and then a second and third towards the room, like it was pulling her in. She stood in the doorway and swallowed the sickening lump in her throat and went inside.
The interior hadn’t change one bit, orange patterned wallpaper and rough grey carpet, the double bed had the same sheets and the old television was still sat on the chest of drawers. Images flashed in her mind, most of them were red and brought back the sweetly sick smell.
“You need to leave, now!” she told herself. The bathroom door was shut but it didn’t stop the memory replaying, she had spent many nights awake after she discovered the body in the bathtub.
“Lola, snap out of it now and get out!” her voice screamed in her head.
In a panicked fluster Lola spun around, her breathing frantic as she went for her escape. She cried suddenly when she banged into a figure who stood right behind her.
“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t know this room had been booked out. So, so sorry, I’ll get out of you way” she quickly apologized.
The figure didn’t move. They leaned forward closing the gap between them forcing Lola inside the room further, she tried to get a better look at them but her eyes were fixed on what they held in their hand.
They grabbed the door and slammed it shut, Lola felt like she was far away from the world now and no one could help her. A knife was pressed underneath her chin, she felt wet blood drip down her neck unsure if it were her own or from someone else.
“Are you scared?” they asked. She thought she recognized the voice and tried to speak their name but her lips were trembling and the fear kept her silent. Her eyes flickered to the door but she knew that this was the end, no one escaped the evil that lived here.
The curse of room 107 had finally caught up to her.
So I have half a plan for my ten chapter original short story and I’m happy with the ideas at the moment. ‘Room 107′ was started in 2012 I think and I forgot about it but trying to pick it up since I’ve got a lot of free time to write now.
He didn't reply he couldn't talk at all; his tongue was numb though he wasn't too sure for all he knew it might have burned black or fallen off. The thoughts made him sick. "I'm terribly sorry Mr Henry about all of this, just to let you know, it's nothing personal, you see," he stood up and took off his tie and Mr Punch took off his leather jacket, "It's business, very serious business, like the type you see in the movies, look I've no idea what you have done," he took a drag from his cigarette, "But I got a call and when I get a call I can't ignore it because if I do…well, I might end up in the same situation you are in now. You probably can't hear me, at the moment the only thing you are doing is feeling pain, maybe if you have luck your full body will go entirely numb and you won't feel the punches my good friend is going to give you, I just have to play my little part first."
He pulled out a switchblade and threw it from one hand to the other and looked at the face of Henry, it was a hard choice, his face as like a piece of art work done by a three year old just one big blob of red. He decided that his neck would do. Pointing his blade against his flesh he carved in a number five then next to it the number six, the man tried screaming but he could only make a gargling noise as if someone was being sick. "He's all yours Mr Punch."
I thought I lost this story, wrote it way back in 2012 and it still exists on fictionpress! Defo going to rewrite it but I thought I’d post this extract, it needs some tidying up but oh my god i was so much better then!
Tonight on room 107: one of my roommates got held at gunpoint when she was at the local subway station. Cops came rushing in fully armed trying to find the homeless man she was having a conversation with apparently. They ordered them to lay on the ground and the cops took the man away. She came home in the chilliest voice ever: “you guys … The wildest thing happened to me today”
♛- Grimmjow looked down at the paper in his hand, then back up at the door in front of him.
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This is his new home for the school term. Oh joy. The bluenette stared at the door, tempted to just turn and go to the administrative department. He really didn't want to do this. After years of having his own personal space, Grimmjow wasn't to keen on the idea of sharing with some stranger.
He didn't know if the guy would be some psycho creep that will come at him in the dead of night with a hatchet. Shit would go down if something like that happened, causing someone to end up in a body bag. That someone not being him. Why couldn't the school allow them single rooms. Things would go so much better and Grimmjow would have the thought that maybe he should have brought some kind of trap along.
Sighing to himself, Grimmjow picked up his single duffle bag (most of his stuff was shipped ahead of time) and used the key card to unlock the door. Electric blue eyes immediately scanned the expanse of the room, finding it quite larger than he expected, but welcomed it. Next his eyes landed on the half of the room that was already decorated, spotting a blue haired male laying on his bed.
Grimmjow fully stepped inside, closing the door with his foot as he dropped his bag on the ground. "Yo." He greeted, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I'm Grimmjow your new roommate."
Both this video and the photo series makes me so inspired.
I have so many exciting thoughts and ideas i just can't wait to express through photos.
Weeeeee :)
Amazing concept ah!
