The Curtains - Izma

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Three days earlier.

The Journey begins.

A long way from the city, in the middle of nowhere, there was a motel named "The Curtains", covered with sharp pointed bushes like feelers and eroded trees whose leaves were fallen off, sounded like a crispy wing as the wind passes by.

The building was sabotaged, windows were half broken and one side was utterly wracked like crushed pepper, dust coated the building light brown and leaves covered the craft men's cinematic artsier

Many ferocious series of fairy tales attached with it, persuade people to keep the brand still alive.

The historic journey took birth on 26th of June 2010. My friend Clair Steward rushed into my house on Cowls street, the oldest street in the oldest section of Alaska.

She shouted "Emma, come at once!". Before I even had time to get myself, she rampantly shouted again

"yeah, I'm all done".

"Just a moment, I'll be there", I uttered under a whisper, almost in sleep when getting dressed.

It was bright morning, slow wind buzzing my ears, curtains were drifting like a slow melody.

I headed towards the closet, slide the door open, eyes were glimpsing sideways.

I dressed up in my casual apparel, dark blue skinny jeans, hazel top with brown stripes, multi-color scarf wrapped on neck, along with a jacket. I simply clipped my light brown hair and wore aero soft joggers.

Packed my stuff in a blue tracking bag, hung it on my shoulder and moved out the room.

"Morning Mom" I went down the stairs directly into the dining room, mom and Clair were chatting on breakfast.

I yawned and dragged myself near the table to had a fluffy delicious bagel with a salted egg fry.

"Where are the others", I asked Clair, she seems like busy eating cheesy bread.

"Have you even called them to come early", I kept on asking frequently, sighting the road through the window.

She nodded yes and began to eat again.

"You all better watch your back and don't forget to keep calling me when you reach there", mom said with a heavy heart, her eyes were clutching the flood in.

"I'll be fine mom. It's not my first project", my words might have eased her for a split second but she remained terrified.

I took the tray off her hand, hugged her tightly, almost squeezed her, to make her feel good.

Ears jumped on to the noise of siren, I moved my hand back from mom to grab the lying bag.

"It's time to go mom", the feeling was weird to leave her all alone, but duty comes first.

My shivering legs moved near the door, opened the knob to go outside. There was a black jeep near my front yard.

Clair and I walked to the car, I waved mom to say good bye and stepped inside.

We all were heading towards our dream project. Dream to probe "The Curtains", a five-star luxurious motel, which was shut down due to 400 tragic deaths.

Some says it was due to fire which burned down the whole entity, while others rumored that it is a haunted place where anything can happen anytime.

"What a crap".