The Haunted Hotel part 1: Martin

Chapter #9

The next morning I woke up with a very unpleasant throbbing headache and an annoying pain chest.

With the headache sort of gone by the help of the oh so great ibuprofen, I managed to get up out of the way too comfortable bed. I slipped out of my sleeping-shirt, which made me grunt as I had to bend over for it.

I folded it up and put it back in my fully packed weekend-bag. I have no idea for how long it is going to take, so I packed for about a week, I can also wash stuff if necessary.

I proceeded to put on my bra but flung it away again after a pain-filled squeal. I was shocked, as my breasts felt sore as hell. I massaged and squeezed them gently to check if there was anything that wasn't supposed to be there. That luckily was not the case, they were just sore.

I searched my bag to find a bra which was a little more comfortable. I found my favorite sports-bra, as it was so comfy, and put it on. This time the pain was minimalised, luckily.

I closed my bag and left it on my room while I went downstairs for some breakfast - perhaps that'd ease the headache.

There is a thing going on and I have a dark suspicion what the hell that is...

After breakfast I did indeed feel a little better, but not great at all. I decided to drive anyway, but not too far, because else, I feared I wouldn't end up anywhere at all...

Dearest of diaries,

As you may have noticed I kind of started hating voice diaries so I stepped to the actual diary side.

Anyway, it is about three in the afternoon, and I just checked into a cute little hotel, also surprisingly cheap for its charms, to be honest. I went to my room and BAM, there was the feeling of a spirit. I made a sarcastic snicker. "It's like I choose the rooms for it."

This time however, it was a pleasant, warm feeling that presented itself. At first, I felt it breathing softly in my neck, after which it proceeded to my my upper back, which was weird but still pleasant. When it proceeded to go to my lower back and ass I had enough. "Knock it off, will you? I can't even see what's doing this." Thinking it was perhaps an overly horny lesbian chick, I had nothing to worry about, but I could not have been more wrong.

In front of me a man appeared. I began to breathe a little heavier, as he was not wearing a shirt, so his well-trained abs were clearly visible. He flexed his biceps which rose to an abnormal height, while he smiled at me, clearly smug.

On one side it disgusted me that he obviously knew that he was so ripped, but man, that body was just unlike anything I had ever seen. Somehow hunkering for more I let out a soft moan. "Show me more of you.."

He then finally spoke, with a voice that turned me into molten butter. "But what about you then, honey?"

Slowly, I started opening my blouse button by button, still hesitant, but put under his spell of hotness I continued. I clearly saw that he also wasn't untouched by what he was seeing, judging by the continuously growing of a lump in his pants. "Are you liking what you see?" I asked challenging.

He responded with a dark, deep moan and whispered. "Wow Kelly. You haven't changed a bit, have you?"

I gasped and tears began to form on the sides of my eyes, making my sight blurry. "K-Kelly? How? What," At this point I was struggling to find words but regained control over myself. "Kelly... was my mother's name.."

The man in front of me paused for a second to allow the words I just told him to sink in. "H-has your mother.. passed away?"

Without thought I nodded and the tears started flowing again. "Yes, she did, when I was very young.." I whispered.

He nodded. "Would you think you want to see." I interrupted him and lost my calm. "What? Do you have something to do with it?!"

He nodded softly. "More or less.." I sunk onto the bed. "What? Be clear damnit!" He sighed. I died at the same night your mother did."

I grunted. "Just please, just shut the hell up and show me, I can't stand this either."

He was kind of shocked by this so he responded softly. "Okay, here we go."

And, not surprisingly at all, my vision turned black...

I found myself back in the same room with him, no denying, still hot as all hell, sitting on the bed, clearly waiting for somebody, as he was constantly checking his watch.

Then, finally there was a soft knock on the door and a whisper which sounded eerily familiar. "Michael, Michael, are you there?"

He straightened his clothes, walked to the door and opened it. "Damn Kelly, you look great, well, as always..."

The woman, apparently my mother, grabbed him by the top of his blouse and whispered to him. "I want you, now."

I was disgusted by this and nearly had to throw up, but I straightened my thoughts and continued to watch how my mother and Michael undressed each other. My mom sighted with a slight moan. "Damn Michael, you're so hot."

I cried, as I could not stand what was happening next. "Please," I whispered, "just take me to the moment it happened."

I heard him inside me. "It's going to happen in just a second now."

And he definitely wasn't lying, because four seconds later a girl, also about my age, but with fake looking boobs and poofy lips stepped into the room and started to yell. "Michael, what the shit, who is this, why the shit are you naked, who are you even, you filthy cheating asshole!"

Michael was totally stunned and had no idea what to say. "Baby, I.. I can explain," but he could not finish his sentence as she screamed right through him. "Oh no, you damn sure ain't going to explain anything!" She came up to him, yanked out a pocket-knife and stabbed him in the throat, piercing right though his artery, killing him both painfully and instantly.
"And you, you slut," referring to my mother, "you don't deserve to live either."

As she was about to slit my mother's throat, my vision went white, which I was very happy about.