Nowhere ✘ Five Sauce

A Night of Missing Rooms

"Stop stepping on my shoe, goddamnit Michael!"

"Sorry... I didn't mean to."

"Look where you're going."

"I didn't mean to. Jesus Christ, Calum."

"Fucking hell. We're running like satan is on our asses and you're slowing us down." Calum scolded Michael for the fourth time in ten minutes, stepping the boy's shoes in return. 

Michael stuck his tongue out to Calum, hissing, "I said I'm sorry."

Ashton chided the two for being childish and surprisingly, they stopped. The four boys had ran from their room with their bags swung over their backs, going around turn to turn in the almost blinding darkness. They could barely see their own feet. The emptiness of the horizon didn't give much of a view, everything was just black and white.

But the darkness were nothing. The experiences that they had went through were so scarring, and they were pretty sure the traumatizing images in their mind would haunt them for a very long time.

They soon reached a door of what looked like an office, which they assumed was the manager's. They bright fluorescent lights were what attracted their attention and the door was wide open but no one was anywhere to be seen. Calum harshly pushed the three others against the frames of the door, marching inside himself. A very concerned Michael grabbed his arm, "Hey, there might be something inside."

"HEY!" Calum yelled into the room, ignoring Michael's heedings. "Hello! We'd like to run away from your shitty motel now! Heloo..."

With all of them peeking inside, they could see the messy desk and all the clutter scattered on the chipped surface with a chair tucked underneath it, just there. The room was fairly sizeable, metal racks lining one side of the white, cracked walls and stuffed with papers until they looked like they were on the verge of bursting. 

"There's no one in here. You know what guys? Here's a better idea. Maybe we could walk to the servo now on foot and ditch the car. We ask for help and hitch a ride back home, call a tow truck to get the car. Besides, I don't think the servo is that far off." Ashton suggested in hushed voices as they huddled together by the doorway. "This place is as creepy as fuck. I think something happened here, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, you're right. I mean like, I don't want to jinx it but it's pretty obvious." Luke said. "I agree with you. We should walk on foot. Now which direction did he say it was?"

"Uh, I think-"

Turning around simultaneously as Michael tried to point out the gas station, there were suddenly greeted by a hooded figure standing behind them, a sharp axe held high above its head as it stared them down. A mellow, raspy voice came came out, startling all of them. "Where do you think you're going?"

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Michael screamed as loud as his lungs could possibly allow him to, his eyes popping out of their sockets as he frantically pushed through the boys to hide behind them. He was whimpering, still in shock of the figure.

"Michael, it's just the manager." 

"I wasn't scared. I knew that."

The manager stared at them, taking down his hoodie. His facial expression seemed to soften as he saw who they were. Sighing, he asked, "What are you doing here so late?"

"What do you mean what are we doing here? What the fuck are YOU doing with that?" Michael yelled exasperatedly, gesturing to the axe with the momentum of the shock still pulsing through his wild heartbeats. "It's in the middle of the night and you gave us a heart attack!"