GHOSTS OF HOTEL OJ: AN INANIMATE INSANITY AU

PART: 1, A GHOSTLY NIGHT

This is the first part to the AU! I'm quite happy with the plot for part 1 I have in my head!
If you get a notification for this! It's just me fixing spelling mistakes!

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OJ was tired, he was walking around the corridors, making sure every resident was in their correctly assigned rooms. He had just finished checking up on pickle and knifes dorm when he thought he saw... something run past in the darkness. Even tho a harsh, cold shiver ran down OJ's spine, he chalked it up to his imagination and sleepily continued down the second story hallway towards the down stairs to level one.

He was stopped dead in his tracks when the lights randomly flickered on, he hissed at the sudden light and closed his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes the lightbulb in the celling light shattered, leaving him in complete darkness again.

' what...? ' he asked himself, taking a cautious step back and away from the stray glass shards

' imma need to replace that '

Eventually he took a few carefull steps forward, but this time he practically ran down the hallway; which seemed like an endless vat of darkness at this point. He could have sworn he saw room numbers that didn't exist: like 9999893 for example.

His knees felt weak, he also had a stitch in his side. So when he'd take a large breath in, that side of his body would cry out and sting. Every light he ran under shattered, some of the broken glass Peices landing in his inner liquid. Luckily for OJ, he found the stairs and quick bolted down them, skipping at least 1 step each time.

Like the hallway, the stair case felt endless. This was a living nightmare he couldn't escape and he knew it, he didn't even have to pinch himself to know that it was reality; but still, he begged and begged in his head he would wake up in a cold sweat in his private suite and all would be fine. But no god at this point in time could answer his prayer.

The living glass of orange juice continued to run down the infinite staircase, the darkness surrounding what ever little light he had left. Very quickly, the inevitable came and he missed a step and fell; but so much adrenaline was running threw his veins he was able to catch himself, preventing a crack or even worse.

OJ looked up at the spinning world to see the sign on the door that read: "LEVEL 1". He hastily picked himself up and quickly turned the handle...

Locked

The stupid thing was locked. OJ cursed under his breath, forgetting that the keys were at the reception. Which he had to go to the first floor to get. And he didn't want to wake up one of the residents to ask for their spears; OJ didn't know what time it was but he assumed it was 11pm or possibly later.

He sat, a soft sigh escaping his lips, letting himself get his sleep on the cold, hard concrete floor of the level 1 - level 2 stair case.

But if OJ hadn't have slept, he would have heard the soft giggling of a small child... or 3?

' OMG! that was a great idea lamp! ' one of the small ones called out, they were a navy blue cloak.

' why thank you cloak. My ideas are always the best ' the one presumably called lamp spoke cautiously, somehow being the only one aware that the hotel manager is asleep just a few steps down and away from them

The small, childish objects where known as poltergeist. One of hotel OJ's biggest mystery's; known for appearing at night and turning the residents insane.
There was the leader and main prankster: cloak.
His second in command: lamp.
And then the newest member: necklace

The 3 of them were chaotic, spiteful and rude to say the least. Lamp was the most calm and collected out of all of them, some could say they weren't even a poltergeist; but their ideas proved the allegations wrong.

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WOOO! first chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed!