This is just fantastic. I should have done a bit more research before I signed up for this death trap. The question before me now is, do I stay and take my chances with getting murdered at this hotel of doom or do I eat the cost of this hotel and venture out to find a new one? It is on Karlo’s tab, after all. Thunder clapped, causing the lights to flicker.

Walking over to the window, I opened the blinds. The storm was raging, as if the fate of the universe were being decided. The wind was slapping the trees back and forth as if they were one of those inflatable tube men you see outside of car lots. Rain was sweeping the streets; the storm drain couldn’t handle the excess water, causing it to overflow and flooded into the streets. Cars with poor traction skidded across the road, nearly hitting the vehicles in front of them. I peered over to the interstate and saw that things were not much better. The cars were lined bumper to bumper, moving at a snail’s pace. Guess I’m staying.

If I’m going to stay, let me check what this death trap is going to be like. Rolling my suitcase to the desk, I laid it down on the floor, opening my bookbag, I grabbed my laptop and opened it on the desk. Okay, this death trap has some pretty fast internet.

I walked over to the bathroom. It was very nice and spacious, with a waterfall shower. There was a large mirror, and the sink water’s temperature was very responsive. It turned hot quickly, then back to cold almost instantly. But I needed to know one more thing, the toilet pressure… A flush of true perfection.

The Mini fridge was packed with many mini bottles of alcohol, drinks and even some ice cream. I lifted the little sign off the fridge and it read, “You can have anything in the fridge at no extra cost.” What a steal. Cracking open a coke, I took a large sip as I walked over to the

For a place with such a dark history, this hotel was stunning. It was like I found a gemstone in a puddle of blood. I can't imagine why anyone plan murder in such an amazing place.

I put on my pajamas, then slid under the covers like a hand fitting snug into a glove. It’s settled. I am not leaving this lovely cloud till the morning.

After watching a movie, I put my phone on the nightstand, rolled to my side, and closed my eyes. The storm's white noise was lulling me to sleep - thunder rolling, rain tapping the window. Then came the blood-curdling screams that roared throughout out my room…thunder sure sounds strange around these parts.

Turning over, I faced the windows and closed my eyes, trying to fall back to sleep. “Help! He’s stabbing me to death!” someone screamed. Its pillow screams sent chills down my spine. Hmmm…that was definitely a woman’s voice. Oh, it’s probably a ghost from one of those murders Bethany told me about.

Adjusting my pillow, I focused on the white noise outside again. If I can block out the screams, then I will finally be able to get some sleep. Just focus on happy thoughts. Tasty flaky cinnamon buns, hippos that don’t have clowns inside of them, a nice normal life of mundane pleasures. “I’m not a ghost. Please help! Oh my god! He’s ripping out my liver with his bare hands!” She screamed again. He’s doing what!? Sorry lady, you're going to have to handle that shit. You better start praying there is a fool dumb enough to help you.

“Dear god he stepped on my cinnamon bun!” she screamed again.

That bastard is gonna die!

Leaping out of the bed, I grabbed my room key and bolted out of the door.