There Was One More Thing...

The Discovery

We start walking away. "Did they seem a little off to you?" I ask them.

"Yeah..." John mutters weakly. He seems very tired, he has also had some sleepless nights.

"I agree. Case or no case?" Jared teases.

"I don't know, but they sure did seem suspicious." We all trail off into our own rooms. It feels good to not have someone watching me 24/7. I bat at my empty bag hanging at my side. I had nothing but my car and the Kavanaugh's now.

I slide the key into the lock on the door handle. I twist it to the left and pull open the door. I was cautious, still knowing that a demon was out for my head. There was no one in my room other than me, a king-size bed, a table and chair, a nightstand, a bathroom, and a small tv on a chest of drawers. I smile, set my bag on the table and plop down of the bed. Memory foam topper. I smile again. I grab the tv remote from the nightstand and press the on button. Judge Judy. I quickly flip the channel. The Jerry Springer show. Man, does this hotel get any good channels? I think. I flip the channel again. This time, it is The Voice. It has been one of my favorite shows ever since I was 12. Right now, there is a girl, 17, singing Folsom Prison Blues, the Johnny Cash version. I listen, critiquing every sharp or flat. I may not be a good singer, but I can hear. I play piano, guitar, and saxophone. I can play instruments well, but I just can't sing. As the ending of the song nears, I hear her sing "I hear the train a coming." There is a piano solo, and the song ends. She's pretty good. I think.

All of a sudden, I feel a twang in my bladder. I run to the bathroom. I fling open the door and see a little girl standing there. She is the same little girl that killed my grandparents. Her eyes turn the same bright red. I run out of the room and lock the door behind me. I run down the hall to the Jared and John's room. I bang on the door as loud as I can. John runs to the door and flings it open. I run to him and hug him. As soon as I grab him, I back up. "Little Miss Red Eyes is in my room!" I yell. He pulls me into the room and locks the door behind me. I walk over to the bed. I see another man. His eyes are blue, almost as blue as mine. My grandma would always call me an angel because of how blue my eyes are. He is a big black man, with a navy suit, a white undershirt and a dark grey tie.

"Hello," I say, kind of freaked out.

"Hello Skylar," he says.

"I'm not trying to be rude, but who the heck are you?" I ask.

"We don't have time for this right now!" He shouts. "There is a demon coming for you!"

"Oh right," I reply stupidly.

I look over and John and Jared are salting the doors, windows, vents, any entrance to the room.   "Are you gonna help us?" Jared says.

"Yeah," I reply.  I grab a bag of rock salt and start with the door. I love over to the air vent by the bed. "Is that everything?" I ask.

"Yep," John says.

We sit on the bed and wait patiently. Jared is talking to himself about how brutally he should gank this demon. I finally ask. "Who is this demon kid?"

"Her name is Carry. She has been out for our heads too. That is why we have stayed with you," John explains.

"Why? Why does she want us?" I ask.

"I don't know why she wants you, but well, I also don't know to find out either," John says.

"But what about you guys?" I inquire even deeper.

"I don't know," he says. I feel like he is lying to me. I drop the subject.

"Well, what do we do now?" I say.

"We sleep and hope we don't die," Jared jokes. I wish he would stop with the sarcasm. It is driving me crazy.

"I'll sleep on the floor. In my room they had some extra blankets." I trail off, standing up and gazing around the room for the shelf where the blankets were in my room. I walk over to the bathroom door. I realize it isn't salted. I grab the rock salt gun off of the table behind me. I fling the door open, ready to shoot. There is nothing. I feel like a goon. I put the gun on the table behind me and grab the rock salt sack and draw a line of salt, framing the doorway. I hear the three laughing at me. I feel my cheeks blush to a bright pink. I turn around and grab the blankets and throw them on the floor. I grab a pillow off of the bed. I fluff it gently, and lay it down next to my blanket. I cuddle up next to my blanket.

"Good night."