Chapter 1 pt.2

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"No windows open. They stay closed."

Xavier seemed to have not liked the fact the room service guy touched her and took his hand off of her. Matthew glared at the man as he ran his hand through his slick hair. "Apologies, but one of the rules for this hotel is no open windows unless staff allows." He seemed to be frantic about it. It wasn't a big deal was it? I mean it's just a window after all. "Well, that won't be a problem, sir." Dad said as he closed a dresser drawer. Mom nodded as well.

Seeming uncomfortable with the man. It didn't take long till the strange man left. I sighed and plopped on the bed. Coughing as a small dust cloud surrounded me.

Mom and dad sat around the small coffee table in the corner near the window. Cameron then shot up and gasped. "Sylvia is here! No way!" She cried happily and hurried to the door. "Where are you going?" Mom asked. "To the lobby to meet Sylvia and her sister Annie and brother John." Matthew hurriedly put on her shoes and said "I'm coming to. Anything to escape this horrid smell." Cameron sighed and opened the door. Xavier, Matthew, and I followed her to the end of the hallway. "Oh wait!" I turned back and walked over to room 305 and then knocked on it. "Boyce?" I knocked once again waiting for someone to come open the door.

After the third or fourth knock he finally opened the door. "Yeah?" He asked as he adjusted his glasses. "Wanna go exploring with us?" I asked him, pointing over to my sisters and Xavier. "Sure this place is boring anyways." Boyce quickly asked his parents and then we all went into the elevator and went down to the lobby. Surprisingly Matthew and Xavier weren't being lovey dovey at all. Which they usually were. In a way I was sorta relieved about it. Boyce and I continued to look around as Cameron went to meet up with Sylvia.

We walked into a room that was like a museum. Showcasing all the dummies covered all the walls. Painting with dummies and their original owners.

"This is some freaky stuff." Boyce said as he looked at one of the paintings. One of the paintings caught my eyes. Drawing me towards it, grasping my curiosity. "Yeah...it's freaky alright." As I took a closer look at the painting I noticed something. The same freaky, insane looking dummy Matthew pointed at earlier. I looked at the name of the painting and tilted my head.

'𝔈𝔫𝔷𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔈𝔩𝔦𝔧𝔞𝔥 𝔐𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩'

Boyce walked over to my side. "Hmph...Enzo eh?" "I think it's the name of the dummy." He shivered and looked at me. I could tell he didn't feel comfortable here. And I can't blame him. It's a creepy, weird, dummy obsessed hotel! Nothing could be more odd than this place alone. There would have to be someplace a hundred more times weirder to make this place seem normal. "We should head back to the others." Boyce suggested, I agreed and we walked off back into the lobby. Matthew was eyeing the weird dummy again.

Crossing her arms as she stayed a distance away from it. Sylvia and Cameron were right in front of it.

Giggling and talking. But Xavier was nowhere to be found. Which I found odd because he was almost always with Matthew. No matter what he was always with her. Boyce and I walked over to them and as I looked around I saw the same beautiful girl from before. She was with her brother, a camera around her neck, her hair in two dutch braids. And I guess she didn't have them on earlier but she had circular gold frame glasses. That suited her.
Her brother had strong broad shoulders, curly blonde hair, and the same blue eyes and freckles, wearing jeans and a blue sweater.

And he too had a camera around his neck. As they walked around the lobby I couldn't help but stare. She had a light blue tank top and low waisted baggy jeans, with white vans. I guess Boyce caught on because he elbowed me in the arm. "Ow, what was that for?" I whispered to him, not wanting her to hear me. He snickered and pointed at the girl. "Ooh~ is that your girlfriend?" "Shush!" I yelped and turned away. Standing beside Matthew as she held back a laugh.

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