Stiles was used to everything going bad and then getting worse. He was used to everyone being evil and out to get him. What he didn't expect was Haley Darby. A seemingly normal girl who, admittedly, had caught his attention before. She stumbled into...
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They all sat in the girls' hotel room. Lydia and Hayley sat on the bed and Allison and Stiles stood near them as they spoke about everything going on. All inputting the odd experiences they had had because of the werewolves.
"Last time I saw Scott act like that was during the full moon." Allison stated. Scott had come into the hotel room whilst the girl was in the shower, boasting about how he had seen Allison naked before. She had said he was off, a distant look in his eyes- the same as with Isaac.
"Yeah, I know. He was definitely a little off with me, too. But actually it was Boyd who was really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine." Stiles put forth.
"Isaac was off too. He was seeing something on the wall and he had a hand on my shoulder not letting me go. It left bruises, whatever it was he saw, it pained Isaac to look at," Hayley said. The experience had been playing in her head on repeat- she still felt like she was missing something.
"See, it is the motel." Lydia sighed, "Either we need to get out of here right now or someone needs to learn to do an exorcism ASAP." She pulled a worn red bible out the drawer, "before the werewolves go crazy and kill us."
Stiles put his hand out, "Okay, just hold on, alright? What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?"
"You mean like three sacrifices?" Allison questioned.
"Three werewolves." Hayley concluded, catching on to Stiles' thought process.
"Scott, Isaac and Boyd." Allison said.
"Maybe we were meant to come here." Stiles stated, serious.
"Exactly!" Lydia exclaimed, "So can we get the hell out of here now? Please." She stood up, as if ready to pack her stuff.
Stiles stared at the bible, his thoughts whirring, "Wait, hang on. Let me see this." He grabbed the book, opening it to the right page. Inside were clippings from a newspaper, an article.
"What is that?" Allison asked as they all gathered closer, to get a better look. The article wasn't random, it was about the motel. About suicides at the motel.
Stiles traced his hand down the article,"28-year-old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri," he read before placing it down on the red duvet. He grabbed the book by the covers, shaking it. More articles fell out, covering the bed. The paper crinkled as it fell. They grabbed the articles, ordering them so they were the right way round and easy to see.
Lydia grabbed two of them, "Look at these two. They both mention the room two seventeen." Hayley's eyes scanned over all the articles; there were a lot. "These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room." Lydia finished.
