𝐍𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐄 - James Patrick March

2

2015

It had felt like seconds rather than years when Jazmine's eyes opened. One moment everything went black, the next she was in the hotel.

She placed her hands over her face as her chest raised up in down from the harsh breathing. She felt as if she was alive, nothing felt off except of the chills that ran down her back, and the numb, empty feeling.

She looked around the halls, they were still the same. Jazmine walked quickly down the hall as she opened the door, she was met with a wall. Like it was all some sort of joke.

"No! No!" She cried as she ran down the halls. Opening another door to see another brick wall again. She banged on the wall as she screamed. "I died! I'm supposed to be dead! Why am i still here!" She cried falling onto the floor of the hall.

"Jazmine, Darling." Her head snapped up at the familiar voice. "No..I died. Why am I still here." She stood up, backing away from the man. "Why did you leave me, Jazmine?" James walked towards the girl. "Why am I back?" She cried. "You took a while to come back. Jazmine, you did die. But you came back, you were meant to be here." The man said with a smile. Jazmine's back hit the wall as she stared at the man in shock. "How long was I gone for?" She asked, James titled his head before answering. "Eighty-nine years. It's two thousand fifteen." He said and her eyes widened, she looked around the hotel. "You're alive? You still look the same." She stated. "I died. We all died." James smirked.

Jazmine shook her head as she closed her eyes. "Hazel died?" She asked. "Yes." He said simply, you could here the amusement in his voice. "Elizabeth?" She questioned, James straightened out his suit. "No. She's immortal." He answered. Jazmine couldn't believe the things she was hearing. "I'm leaving." Jazmine wrapped her arms around herself as she headed down the hall. "You can't, dear." James called as he followed after her. "Why can't I? I deserved a good life. I deserve to be anywhere else but here." She said. "But you're my maid." James stated. Jazmine squinted her eyes at the man, she hated seeing his face again. She couldn't help but fall in love all over again, it was wrong. Especially to love a man who was already married.

"Wheres Hazel?" Her voice was soft and quiet. "Cleaning, you have a lot of cleaning to do too. The other ghost around here seem to kill more than you know." He cocked his head, his accent still as strong as it was.

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Jazmine walked into the lobby, it looked slightly different to her. She noticed there were two women, one at the front desk and one behind the bar. She walked over to the front desk. "Can I help you?" The woman with glasses asked. "I don't know." The woman titled her head in confusion. "You don't know if you need help? You're in a maid outfit, do you work here?" She questioned. "I was, for James Patrick March." She said, the woman with no hair turned towards the two. "You're a ghost?" She asked and Jazmine slowly nodded. "I think..I just got here." She said as she walked over to the bar, sitting down rubbing her temple. "You're a ghost, sweetie. Most of them are." The woman claimed, Jazmine looked up. "You're alive? You can see me?" Jazmine asked and the woman nodded. "It's the illusion of the hotel. Or if you want to be seen, you can make yourself be seen." She explained. "What's your name?" The lady from the front desk walked behind the bar, joining the other woman who stood in front of Jazmine.

"Jazmine, yours?" She asked the two. "Liz." The lady with no hair responded. "Iris." The lady with the glasses said. Jazmine smiled at the two. "Hazel has mentioned you." Liz said, Jazmine straightened up. "Wheres Hazel?" Jazmine questioned. "Somewhere in the halls, cleaning the sheets." Iris shrugged. "I'll be right back," Jazmine smiled, before she left to the elevator she turned back to the women. "Thanks for talking to me, being the first friendly faces I've seen." She thanked. They smiled at the girl, nodding, watching as she walked into the elevator.

Liz and Iris turned to each other. "Our first sweet but clueless ghost." Iris said making Liz laugh lightly. "You think she's twisted like the others?" Iris questioned, Liz shrugged. "Who knows, they all start of clueless, once they find out that they could get away with anything they just start their murder spree." Liz sighed.

Jazmine roamed around the halls, wanting to see the woman to apologize. She couldn't help but feel that guilt. The woman had got to the third floor, walking down the halls to see a familiar figure from afar. Steaming the sheets in the halls.

"Hazel?"