The Haunted Hotel part 1: Martin

Chapter #6

Dear reader,

I'm starting to feel a bit terrible after all the things I have seen, it's unbelievable how fast you can get emotionally attached to someone. The stories I have heard and seen, have really gotten the better of me. So, I think I am going to take a day off today. Because if I go to another room today I think it's going to cost me big time and I might need to change my own room to the other side, else I would also decide to plummet myself in the extremely deep ravine.

"Dear diary,

I called Martin today, he sounded very tired.. I think it might be because he usually has the ghost experiences at night. But, for some reason I think I heard a sort of sad tone in his voice. Although he tried to mask it, I strongly believe I heard it. I'm not going mad right? Well, I'm talking in a sound recorder, asking questions, so yeah.. I'm going to work now and try not to concentrate on Martin's wellbeing too much, but it's hard you know...

Bye,

Rose."

"Dear diary,

I am back from work now, and I have to tell you something really weird...

The strangest thing happened when I drove back from work about half an hour ago: I was driving past a set of trees and I always get goosebumps when I drive by there. This time I saw a girl standing there. She was soaked because it was pouring outside, which made the visibility drop to nearly zero, so I couldn't quite see what she looked like. I thought she could maybe need a ride, so I stopped next to her and threw my door open for her...

She entered and thanked me, facing away from me, like she was ashamed. I asked her where she needed to go and she simply said: "away from here." The tone in which she said it was sad, but so cold it shook me to my core.

I drove for about a mile or so when I finally found all the required courage, which was a lot, to ask her what had happened... there was a second of silence before she whispered: "are you sure?" once I said yes, she asked me to stop down by the parking spot.

By the time we were at the parking lot, she had apparently turned her head towards me, so I could see her face. She... she looked inhumanly tormented and it made me feel frightened, sad and sick all at the same time. Her eyes were blood-shot and teary, her hands were full of blood and her face had a huge cut sliced across.

She saw my reaction, obviously, and put her finger to her lips. "it's okay, 'cause, quite frankly.. I don't feel anything anymore...

I answered unknowingly. "have you gone numb then?"

She smiled but shook her head. She came close to me and whispered in my ear. "No honey, I'm dead."

My face turned pale like snow at first, until a great deal of my motherly compassion took over and I cried for her. She tried to soothe me by wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Although I didn't feel her arms at all, it gave me a warm and comforting feeling. So that's probably what Martin always felt when his father used to do that to him, to comfort him.

It was indeed very comforting and it helped me to focus and straighten my thoughts like a normal human being. She gave me a compassionate look, and asked: "Do you think you are ready to see what happened to me?"

I thought for a minute and then nodded. She sighted. "Alright then, here we go."

At that moment my vision went totally white. At first I thought I died right there, but then my vision went clear again and I was back at the place I picked the girl up. She stood there, totally normal and without all the terrible wounds on her body. But she looked frightened, as if someone (or something) was chasing her and she just found a place to rest for a minute. The ease was quickly disturbed by a nearly inhuman scream from further away. I saw the downright terror in her teary eyes. She sneaked away behind a bush and stayed there. The scream belonged to a furious man. He came running to the place where she last stood. His face looked like he went right through a thunderstorm, his hair hung stickily over his head, and his disgusting, paedophile-like beard was covered with little drops. He lifted his head and sniffed into the sky, after which he crawled right to the spot the terrified girl was hiding, like he smelled her, on a very dog-like way... he dragged the screaming girl out of the bushes after which he started hitting her furiously, yelling terrible things like: "You're just like all the other sluts I've banged! Horny at first and then when the moment is there crawling back in your shell hmm?! Unfortunately for you I can't let that happen, if you won't let me fuck you, no one ever will be able to!"

He then let out an ear-piercing and terrifying laugh, like he was not from this world. He grabbed a knife and slashed it right across her face. She screamed in total agony and tried to cover the massive wound the knife had left with her hands, which he then proceeded to cut, first letting the blade dig a little deeper, before yanking it out, leaving a big and deep flesh wound. The poor girl screamed with all the air that was in her lungs. "NO! NO! PLEASE STOP, I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!" the man simply laughed. "You've had your fair share of chances, slut."

He continued doing the slashing on her upper arms, and went further downwards. He then yanked her shirt up, showing her bruised chest. "Let's do some more to that, shall we?" Not waiting or caring for her reply, obviously, he started piercing her belly region, continuing upwards to her actual chest, he hesitated. "Meh, it'll be more fun to slit your wrists then to let you die so fast by stabbing you in the heart.." He took the knife away from her chest and began to very slowly, cut her wrist. At the time he finished, and her blood covered a large area of the forest floor, he stopped. So did the girls' screams. It was time to get back, as I saw my vision fade to white again and within half a minute I was back in the car again, with her.

I took a few deep breaths to prevent myself from absolutely breaking down from what I just saw. It seemed like the girl could look into my soul, because she said: "I know you have a great desire of crying right now, but don't, at least not for me because as I said earlier is that I don't feel the pain anymore. You can either let something haunt you for an extremely long time, or, you can tell yourself they are in a better place right now, and they will always be with me, right here." Pointing at my heart.

So, this was the story, I think I'm going t call Martin tomorrow and see what he thinks of it,

bye,

Rose"