#will is grateful

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Dude you can be childish and kick ass it's super ok and much funner of course

Thank you.

-Will💛💛

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No one ever survived a night in room no. 87

Writing Challenge October Prompt from madebypernille (here)

Date: 22/10/2018

No one ever survived a night in room 87. No one.

And yet somehow everyone always thought they’d be the first. The latest visitor to the out of way motel was a blonde, with a sunny demeanour and too much optimism. It made him roll his eyes. The blonde noticed him right away, reflected in the mirror. To the blonde’s credit he didn’t react beyond a subtle doubletake.

The blonde put his bags away. And then he was gone, probably off to the restaurant. He’d be back. For how long he would be back for remained to be seen.

Nico was staring out the window when the blonde returned. Nico watched the reflection of the room in the glass, tracked the blonde as he made his way to the bed, sat down.

“Hi.”

Nico blinked. The blonde wasn’t on the phone. At the moment it was just the two of them.

“I’m Will.”

Nico turned.

“Are you talking to me?” he demanded.

He was one of those was he? The ones who had heard of the legend of room 87, who wanted to try their luck.

It was, to be fair, unusual that Will could actually see him.

But he still wasn’t going to make it through the night. No one did.

“No one else in the room,” Will answered with a small grin.

Nico just shook his head. He glanced at the clock. Will had been downstairs longer than he realised. Time was so odd now he was dead.

“You need to go,” he said.

“Do I?” Will asked.

“Look there’s no time to explain. You very much need to leave now!”

Will frowned.

“Nico,” he said softly. “That’s your name right?”

How did Will know that? He really had done his research. The others hadn’t known that.

Maybe Will read the newspaper articles: teenage boy murdered in motel. Nico presumed there had been newspaper articles. Or maybe they’d just brushed his death under the rug. His jaw ached he was clenching it so hard, his jaw wasn’t supposed to ache anymore. He unclenched his fists.

“You aren’t hearing me!“ Nico snapped. “Get out!”

“I want to help you,” Will said. “It can’t be fun being stranded in this room.”  

“It’s not,” Nico said. Anything to get this conversation over with. Anything to get Will to hear him.

“I’m not scared of you,” Will said.

“It’s not me you have to be scared of!”

Will frowned but then his gaze shifted to the bathroom where shadows were gathering. Understanding dawned. He stood.

“Alright,” he said. “I get it. I’m going. But I’ll be back tomorrow Nico. Before that thing is. And we’ll get you out.”

Nico didn’t believe Will for a minute. No one survived a night in room 87. They either died or they ran in the early hours of the night and never returned.

As the door shut behind Will, Nico turned to face the shadowy ghost of his murderer. It wasn’t fun sharing a room with him on a good day but when Nico managed to scare off the patrons before the other ghost could get to them it was much worse.

The shadow loomed above him.

He hoped Will was grateful.