Story I wrote

[Melvin]

Hotel
Smoke, an old building was his destination. A car stopped in front of the old
hotel. A car door opened, and a man came out. Footsteps were heard as the man
made his way to the entrance. The door opened with a loud creak. He looked
around, and saw no one. The place looked deserted. He took four steps, and felt
something wasn't right. He couldn't tell what it was, was it the floor creaking
with each step? Was it the strange silence? The man decided to ignore it, and
continued making his way to the front desk. He found a note, it was for him. It
said that his room was room 206, on the first floor to his right. He lifted his
eyebrows, and thought ''Whatever''. He just kept walking, until he reached the
stairs. ''This must be the way to the second floor.'' He thought logically. He
walked up the stairs. When he reached the second floor, he looked to his right.
There was a door, open. He felt suspense. And walked towards the open door. The
door said ''Room 206'', his room. He quickly looked what was behind the door.
Nothing, only an old chair, bed and a desk.


The man was
Melvin van Dutch, an ex-detective. He came here to investigate some rumors,
disturbing ones. Rumors of murder, monsters and ghosts at night. It was day, so
Melvin van Dutch decided to sleep until it was night. He landed on his bed,
closed his eyes and fell asleep faster then he would've expected.


He woke up
having a headache. ''It sure is dark here, I can barely see.'' He spotted a
note, and barely managed to read it. He decided to take a look through the
dark, deserted hotel. He heard footsteps, but saw no one. He felt an arm over
his shoulder, but no one was there. Was his mind playing tricks with him? Maybe
it were the ghosts, and maybe that rumor was true. ''No that can't be right,
what the hell is going on here?'' he thought. He heard a loud groan, and
something was approaching...

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