Arm Distance Apart | ✔️

09

Chapter nine | Sudden realization
"I could hug you for hours.."
-unknown

I clung onto Bellamy's forearm since the whole bathroom incident which nobody was able to figure out. "I'm really regretting coming along on this thrilling adventure with you.." I mumbled as I peered over each shoulder. I've been on edge lately.

"Awe C'mon. It isn't that bad!" He chuckled. He was such a happy person. It was really refreshing.

"Of course not. Unless your name is Hadley Ashley and you're afraid of nearly everything." I joked.

"And what exactly are you afraid of?" He asked me. I glanced up at him then continued to look forward.

"Spiders, the dark, ghost," I said with pursed lips and raised brows. "Blood, Car accidents, Heights, Planes... the list goes on really." He whistled quietly.

"That is a lot of fears." I rolled my eyes with a smile still on my face.

The group stopped in front of a door and the tour guide was about to open it. "This is the room where the family was killed. One of the most haunted rooms in this building– of course." He pushed open the door. The door revealed a room with cream colored walls with floral wall paper across the top of the walls. The walls were painted with a dried red liquid on in a few spots and there were a few holes in the wall.

By the vent–which I'm  assuming somehow connected with the vent in the bathroom– the brown chapter had been ripped. The mattress was torn up as well. The room was over all a wreck. "Holy shīt.." I heard Bellamy mutter. That was exactly what I was thinking. The view over all made my stomachs twist and turn. The thoughts of the family's pain and suffrage made me want to cry. The thoughts of the young kids experiencing this made my heart squeeze.

I dug my nails in deeper to Bellamy's arm. He didn't seem to mind although I was clinging so tight I think I left nail marks. "The family had just gotten back from the pool on the twelfth floor and was about to get ready when Drew Leroy–A cleaner here at the Orchid Hotel– claimed he had to clean their room, but instead killed the whole family." My eyebrows furrowed.

"He is now held in a federal prison in Illinois as I had mentioned before. You see, Drew was–" He was cut off by a shrilling Yelp. My eyes widened and I jumped-not-so-subtly. "Is everybody alright? What happened?" The tour guide asked, clearly on edge.

I quickly turned to ask Bellamy if he could somehow see over the crowd and see what was going on. "Everybody looks to be okay." Bellamy confirmed.

"Then what the hell was that?!" I asked, inching slightly closer to him. Bellamy for some reason made me feel safer. Maybe it was how he looked at me. He provided some kind of shield against everything bad.

"... I don't know... I'm sure it's nothing though." He said unconvincingly. I nodded slowly as my heart rate slowly started to pick up.

"As I was saying," the tour guide started again slowly. "Drew Leroy had a very effective mental disorder called schizophrenia. It made him act out this way, not that that's an–" he was stopped again by another scream but by one that belonged to a child.

I instantly knew it wasn't somebody from the group. There were no kids on this tour. "Okay then..." Bellamy looked down at me then back at everybody else, looking like he was trying to figure out his next moved. He grabbed hold of my hand. "I think we should just go. Now I'm even starting to get freaked out." He tried to walk away but I didn't move.