Feb 18: Write a story from the pov of a hotel receptionist set during a busy shift
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It all came crashing down on me.
I remembered the nightmares I'd been having about a man who kept telling me he was coming for me, the strange shadows that I notice whenever I'm alone at home, the faint voices I hear…
It was a rough morning for me already. I didn't get enough sleep the night before and I had to wake up early today. I resembled a zombie as I stumbled into my usual café for my cup of coffee.
I ignored the stares people gave me and walked over to the guy at the counter.
One of my best friends, Kyle.
I furrowed my brows at him as I grabbed my cup of coffee because he was behaving extremely strange, smiling all mysterious and telling me to be careful.
“Careful of what?”
He shrugged.
I arrived at the hotel late but luckily, much people weren't around. I got work immediately, answering questions, resolving complaints, taking reservations and the rest.
There were no issues for a while until too many people started to arrive. It was getting really stressful for me and the fact that some people were rude or subtly condescending wasn't helping matters.
I tried to keep my smile and a reasonable attitude for most of the day but my energy was drained when a strange man walked into the building.
“Good evening miss,” he drawled.
“Good evening sir. How can I help you?”
He leaned on the counter and whispered, “I would like to book a room for tonight.”
“Um, what kind of room would you like?”
He smiled at me mysteriously and said, “room 202.”
I froze for a moment but managed to regain my composure.
“The room is already taken sir,” I replied curtly.
“By whom?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, “someone. You don't need to know the details.”
He leaned in closer and scowled at me, “take me to the room and show me the person.”
“Sir!”
He recoiled and stumbled backwards.
People were giving us stares but the man was adamant.
He probably knew.
“Excuse me miss!” He tried to make me agitated by grabbing everyone's attention.
“Fine!” I hissed, “let's go to the room and knock and see.”
I straightened down my skirt and rearranged my hair, trying my best to appear confident even when I was anything but.
Sweat dripped down my forehead as we both walked over to the elevator and I wanted to punch that stupid smug smile of the stranger's face.
We stepped out of the elevator soon at the right floor and walked along the hallway.
“Ahh there it is!” he exclaimed and stopped at the door.
My heart was pounding hard I'm my chest and a million things were running through my mind.
I couldn't let him figure it out. I would lose my job…
I took a knife out of my pocket and kept it behind me. Then I gestured for him to knock.
As he stood with his back turned to me, I thought about what was I was about to do and I resolved that this was the best option.
I made sure to stab him several times to make sure he really died. He slumped and landed with a thud.
I looked sideways to make sure the coast was clear before taking out the key card, opening the door and dragging the dead man in.
I shut the door and opened up the wardrobe, trying my hardest to suppress the terror that was making me tremble violently.
The owner of the hotel killed a business rival and kept his body here in this room. It has been here for a day and fortunately hadn't started to give off a stench so no one had noticed.
The owner called some of his employees that he felt were trustworthy and told them the plan. No one was to utter a single word about the murder and in two days the body will be taken out and kept in a secret location none of us knew about.
I did what I had to do and I was proud I handled the situation well.
I hurled the man's body into the wardrobe and shut it. As I turned around to leave, I felt a presence behind me.
“Don't move miss…” a quiet but raspy voice whispered into my ear and my heart caught in my throat.
It took me a second to realize that a gun was placed firmly on my temple.
“We know about everything. Y'all can't get away with it so don't even try. And even if you kill me…there are still more men waiting, stalking, getting ready to strike.”
He pushed the gun deeper and I could feel it press against my skull.
“Now…you're gonna take me to your boss let's have a chat."
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I didn't realize I enjoy writing this kind of thing.......do I like the crime genre??
