I Made A Deal With An Old Man In A Food Court Bathroom

Part 28

"Bob!", I yelled to the open air, "We gotta talk!"

Bob then appeared in another... well, you know.

Anyway, "Yes, Mr. Hard-Sell! That didn't take long!"

"With all due respect, Bob! What the hell is this?", I said, remembering what he told me earlier.

"What's what, my dear boy?", he asked, like he didn't know.

"This! Bob!", I said, pointing into the room, "Is this some kind of portal bullshit like before!"

"Oh no, Mr. Hard-Sell! You must believe me...", Bob began.

"I don't!", I responded.

"Oh! That hurts me! Your words are like daggers to my heart!", he said.

"You don't have a heart, Bob!", I replied.

"Oh, yes! Well... it sounded good anyway.

Now, Mr. Hard-Sell, I assure you that this room is exactly what it appears to be. A hotel room. No portal. No dreamscape. No bullshit.

Do you think I would put this lovely lady accompanying you, in any form of danger, or cause her fear in any way, when she has done nothing to deserve it. Just to satisfy my own, let's say... need for entertainment."

"You are the Devil!", I answered.

"Yes! Yes, I am! But I assure you, dear boy, that this is no trick! You see, I have used this hotel many many times before, entertaining many many different clients! I have always liked the way this room is designed, so I decided to use it in my little game that I played with all of you! This time, it is definitely real! If you don't believe me, go check that door over there, the one that leads to the bathroom! Go ahead! I'll wait!", Bob said.

"Are you okay here?", I asked Donna.

"Yes!", she replied.

I then looked at Bob, who in turn looked back at me.

"Scouts Honor!", Bob said, holding up two fingers, like a peace sign, and smiling.

"Keep this door open, okay, Babe!", I asked Donna.

She looked at me with a confused look, "Okay!", she said.

I then walked into the room, and began walking over to the bathroom door.

I looked back to see Bob and Donna standing in the doorway.

I put my hand on the knob, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, turned the knob, and opened the door.

It was just what Bob said it was, a bathroom.

A small toilet sat to your left, with a small sink and mirror next to it, a shower built for one sat to your right, and shelving with towels, soaps, shampoo's, conditioners, and all necessary toiletries on it.

I quickly turned around and opened the closet door, and it was actually a closet.

Plastic hangers hung from a rusty pole, and the scent of musty air engulfed me.

"See, Mr Hard-Sell. I told you, this is no trick.", Bob said smirking, "Now, 6 o'clock comes mighty early. Nighty-Night you two."

He then snapped his fingers and, you know what happened.

Donna still looked at me confused.

"It's a long story, Babe! I really don't wanna talk about it right now, ok?", I asked.

"Sure!", she replied, then shut the door.

We watched a little TV. I'm not sure if I mentioned that the room had a TV before, but it did.