I just couldn't stop thinking about him. He was a psychopath, a serial killer. A dead serial killer. I had so many feelings going on in that confused head of mine, I didn't even know how to act at that point.
"Sash?" Rocky suddenly asked, bringing me back to reality.
"Yeah?" I asked laying in my bed.
"That story about the hotel man. Was it real?"
"Yeah, I guess so"
"Woah. Overwhealming, uh?" he chuckled,
"Yeah. A lot" I sighed with a small tired smile.
It was finally Sunday morning. A good smell woke me up, Rocky was making breakfast.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a sleepy voice rubbing my eyes,
"I didn't want to wake you up. You looked like you haven't slept in weeks"
"Yeah, my dreams are kinda disturbing lately" I sighed as I stood up and picked fresh clothes.
I reached the bathroom and took a quick shower. I put a blue navy shirt on, dark skinny jeans and black sneakers, my favorite.
"Are you planning on leaving?" Rocky asked putting a shirt on.
"Yeah, I got this new job and I have a lot of things to do" I lied,
"Wait? A job?"
"It's more like a charity thing actually. No money"
"Oh, geez" he sighed, I give him another tired smile.
***
As I reached the front door of the hotel I heard a loud scream. I quickly ran inside, dropped my backpack on the floor and reached the middle of the hallway.
"IRIS! I NEED HELP! WHERE THE HELL IS MARCH?" I yelled blocking a girl.
"Please let me go" she begged with tears in her eyes,
"I-I can't.. I-" I started as an idea soon popped up in my mind.
"Alright. If you promise me you don't tell anyone about this I'll let you leave. But you have to promise me" I whispered in her ear,
"Yes please! I promise! Please let me go, I promise!"
"Run" I whispered again letting her go.
"He will punish you" Sally said. She was just a crazy looking girl who lived in the hotel. I thought she was dead as well but I wasnt' sure, it was just a feeling.
"I just came, she pushed me on the ground and I hadn't enough reflexes to catch her in time" I quietly said with a small smirk.
"You're slowly turning into one of us" she whispered with an odd giggle,
"What? No, I'm not"
"Sasha, you called me?" Iris said running towards me,
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Don't Listen to Your Heart
Horror**EDITING IN PROGRESS __ If you find that a chapter is in past tense and the following one is in present tense it's just because I'm making it all in past tense. Thanks for understanding** Sasha Jordan, 20, ends up sharing her dorm with Rocky Lynch...
