Unnatural Multiverse Book 7

The man from room 61

Some of you might be expecting the regular narrator Grace to tell you a story. But I am not Grace. My name is Becky. Her rival. My whole name is Becky Cole. I live with my parents in this small town. I usually take notes about my classmates and any newcomers just to learn about them. I also like to talk about facts. Facts that I'm sure that they would appreciate. Instead, I am all alone. The truth is, I do want to make some friends at school. By telling them interesting facts and interesting information, I thought that they would come back to me to learn some more. I could have played a trivia game against any one of my classmates and I will still win. I'm sure that Grace might be the overall narrator. But it's time that I told you my story. A story that's going to be just as good as any story that Grace might tell you. It begins before Saturday after the whole costume party day was done.

I struggled in my mind with what was going on. Then I came home. My parents asked me how the costume day at school went. I wasn't sure what should I tell them. If I told them what just happened from being in my room in one second and in the next being on some gravel driveway at a farm. "It was good at school. I think it was just as great as the last costume party." I stated. The last costume party the school had was good for the other students. Deep down, I was feeling lonely. I didn't have any friends at all. Nor I wasn't sure if I was going to get any while at school. Then I listened to my parents as they talked. My father works as a room attendant at the Roadside Motel. There was also a Best Western in town. But my mother works as a farm hand on a smaller farm. Dad has different kinds of stories from his job at the Roadside. It turns out that Dad told my mother and myself that he has accepted to work two shifts during the weekend. In return, he gets three days off and extra money from completing those shifts. That's when Mom told me that I was going to be going with Dad during his work at the motel. Newsflash! I don't want to be a room attendant when I grow up. I think that I am better off as a reporter or something. I think that jotting notes and my ability to research facts are going to be useful when I get that job. "Don't worry Becky. There's got to be something fun nearby where I work. And besides, it turns out that the Roadside has a guest. He is going to be staying at the hotel for the entire weekend. Maybe that's why the owner wanted me to take the extra shifts." My father opined. "Is there something interesting about this guest?" Mom quizzed. "There's nothing unusual at the motel right now. But this guy was pretty weird." My dad pronounced. "What do you mean weird?" I queried. "Well, I saw him carrying around the key card to his room. The funny thing about that was that his key card was meant to be used on room 61. We don't have a room 61. All of the rooms at the Roadside are on the first floor and there are fourteen rooms. One of them I know the guest is staying at." Dad insisted. That piques my interest. "Dad?" I began. "Yes Becky?" He questioned back. "Are all of these room keys have the numbers of the rooms they're supposed to work with?" I interrogated.

"Yes. But still, where do you think room 61 is?" Dad pumped. Mom and I didn't answer. I had a good night's sleep. I felt determined to find out where this mysterious room 61 is located. Then my alarm rang. Dad likes to get up early around six. I had breakfast like he does. Though I had the urge to go back to bed. "Don't worry about your sleep. You can sleep some more when I drive to my workplace. You also don't have to worry about lunch. Because I have it packed in two lunch boxes that I'll carry with me." My dad assured me. Then he urged me to clean up in the bathroom. I put on a red tank top, and black shorts. It was still warm enough to wear them. When the time came, Dad drove myself and himself to work. I slept on the drive there in the backseat. The hotel was located on the outskirts of the town. Just as people would travel from the south west from Regina. Dad had his two door grey sedan parked next to the hotel's office. He gets to clean the rooms while the owner gets to work on paperwork and the hotel's finances. I felt a bit grouchy as I got out of the car. I felt lucky just to bring my notepad along with me. Then Dad went to talk with the hotel's owner. I looked at the hotel rooms that lined up. I decided to go for a walk myself. The only way one would access these hotel rooms would be the single doors facing the highway. There was one other vehicle that was at the parking lot. It was a purple two door sedan. I guess that it belonged to the owner or the guest. This same car was parked in front of room eleven. That's when I walked up to where the fourteenth room was. There was some blinds covering each room window. I saw one of the doors opening. Then I saw somebody leaving room eleven. I hid behind one side of the hotel. Then I peaked out from the side. This man had a beige vest, black jeans, and a checkered lime green shirt. The same gentleman had a black beard, a bald head, and olive skin. Looking at the man, it seemed like he had green eyes, and he was also thin. When the guest was about to look at me, I hid behind the wall.