Horrible Things

The door to Paradise (Final Part)

Tommy watched as Diana and the unnamed man peeped through it warily. She had her right hand on his back, resting it there lightly.

"Is it safe? What's happening?" She asked, here voice fill of uncertainty.

The man shook his head, "I'm not sure, I can't see much it's too bright."

Fear gripped on to her heart, squeezing it in a tight clinch. What was going on?

"Your stay has been terminated Mr Konohugh, please exit the hotel."

He did not budge, instead he put a protective hands in front of her.

"We leave together." He insisted firmly. Diana was relieved and impressed that a stranger would do that for her but she knew she could not leave.

"I can't," she sighed, "my husbands is still here. You go."

Your stay has been terminated, leave or you will leave the Hotel's way.

Tommy watched from the small room. The man angered him greatly, but Diana had surprised him. He did not know she still loved him despite her ways. Maybe he was too quick to judge. Maybe it was mistake.

The man walked towards the light hesitantly and put on foot out of the door, and the other.

And then the light faded.

The door did not lead anywhere but to his death.

Attached to the door was a board covered in long gnarly nails and he was impaled onto it, still alive. But not for long. He was trying to pull himself away but the nails were too long. Struggling and writhing in pain he was until his blood graced the floor in a Halo.

Diana had screamed. A loud ear piercing scream.

She dropped to the floor in a crumpled mess, dragging herself away from his motionless and mangled body.

Back to Tommy, he now fully believed that Diana had nothing to do with this, and that he had to make it out alive somehow. He still had three questions.

"Ask the next one! I haven't got all day." He gruffed.

"Question 3, what is the name of your unborn child?"

What?? What child..... No. This could not be. Looking back to the screen, she had her hands in her stomach as her face clenched in pain.

"I....I don't know, " he said truthfully in his state of shock.

"Correct.

Question 4, Do you know that your child will never be born?"

Diana did not name the baby? Of course she didn't.

His face twisted in horror, "Why won't my child be born? I thought she was pregnant?"

The screen replayed back to when she had drank herself blind in the bar. That was the moment the heartbeat of the fetus had stopped.

Diana knew of course. She was a smart girl after all. She had known ever since her appetite only allowed certain foods, when her period had stopped. She did not love Tommy. She also knew that. Not anymore. Diana had thought that he would only see the baby as a burden, another mouth to feed and she felt so as well.

She was young!

There will be more chances. Wouldn't there be?

"No. I.. I didn't...." He cried, this game was cruel.

Buzzer sounded.

He was wrong.

"Punish me..."He said, "I had known. I saw the test...I... I wasn't ready to face everything.

We're so young. Everything is unstable. How were we going to take care of a baby if we couldn't even take care of ourselves?"

But the Hotel was cruel..

The Hotel no longer cared.

It opened her door to show her Elysium. Everything she wanted. Her mother and her husband standing there, their arms stretched out and welcoming. They were smiling at her. She felt a kick in her stomach and smiled.

This was her Paradise.

This was her demise.

A women would be found days later, her body ran over by a drunk driver. Nobody would identify her. She would be known as...Jane Doe.

No longer Diana, the girl that ran away, the naive little girl.

But for Tommy, the Hotel had it's plans.

He waited for the last question..

"Question 5, your final question.

Who is Diana?"

He laughed a hearty laugh. He did not know a Diana. He was Tommy! He had came to the Hotel for a job offer.

"Hopefully the women who will give me my job!" He joked as he​ picked up his name tag from the table.

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Tommy Withill

The door opened to reveal a handsome stranger, one that he thought he had maybe seen before.

"Hello Mr Withill, ready for your new job?"