The room

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We entered the door nearest to our right. It seemed like a normal old fashioned bedroom. The windows were draped in lace curtains. There was a bed that lay near the wall facing north. There was nothing else in the room besides the bed and the decorations. Cartman sat on the bed and put his hands on his face. I knew he was just worried as me, but he wouldn't ever admit it.

"Don't worry Cartman, we'll be fine," I reassured him

"I'm not worried," he said his words muffled by his hands. "I'm just thinking."

I shrugged and went to the window. It was very cloudy outside and dark. Maybe I was just tired, but the moon looked red. I stared at the sky for a while, until I was suddenly was scared by another face staring right back at me. It was a girl with dead white skin and blood shot eyes that seemed to look into my soul. She had stringy black hair and a smile that could scare the joker. I screamed and looked away and when I turned back to the window, she was gone.

"Dude, what the hell? Cartman said looking surprised by my scream.

I did a double check to make sure the girl was gone. When I was sure she was , I turned to Cartman.

"Sorry," I yawned.

For some reason I felt very tired all the sudden. The bed in the room seemed very inviting and I wanted to go to it. Like something was controlling me, I walked slowly to the bed. Cartman looked confused as I lay my stomach onto it. The feeling of my cold, wet clothes on the warm dry bed felt incredible. My raven hair covered my eyes as I slowly fell asleep.

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