3. A Merry Scary Christmas

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"Thank you," I said to the lady at the main desk, accepting the keys to my room.

My family and I decided to visit this newly renovated resort this Christmas, which was just outside the city.

I was the first to arrive since my college semester ended a bit early.

My parents and my sister would be arriving the next day, since my dad wouldn't be free before that.

My dad was an oil tycoon who was widely considered the most powerful man in the country.

He barely got time to spend with his family.

Sighing, I let the porter carry my luggage to the room.

I handed him a ten-dollar bill as tip. His eyes widened at this gesture, but he accepted it nevertheless, and left with a quick nod in my direction.

I looked around the room.

I was used to big rooms, having grown in one of the richest families in the world, but the sight still left me in awe.

In the centre of the room was a huge four-poster bed.

There was a big roomy closet at one end of the room. The room also had two bedside tables, and a dining table, complete with a dressing table and a flat screen tv.

There was an attached kitchen of sorts, in case the guests at the resort wanted to cook.

The bathroom itself was gigantic.

There were glass doors in the room, which opened onto a wide balcony, with a splendid view of the whole luxurious resort.

My mouth suddenly tasted bitter with disgust.

There were people starving in the world, and here I was living by myself in a room big enough to accommodate at least three people.

I looked at the clock on one corner of the room.

It was about 7 pm in the evening.

It had been a long flight from my college to the resort, since I had decided to attend college in another part of the country.

Weariness overtook me, and I decided to take a nap.

As I was changing into more comfortable clothing, I felt the hair on the back on my neck rise.

I could not help but feel like I was being watched. I shrugged it off as me being extra cautious.

That did not stop me from pulling the heavy curtains over the windows, though.

Feeling a tad bit satisfied, I slid under the soft satin sheets, and let myself give in to the sleep.

~*~

I was woken up around 9 pm, by a soft knock on my door.

At first, I thought I was imagining it. But then it turned louder, until I couldn't dismiss any longer.

Groaning, I got up from the bed and padded over to the door.

My hand lingered over the doorknob, and an uneasy feeling crept up to me.

Who could it be?

Was it the porter?

Room service?

I mentally facepalmed at myself for being so stupid. No hotels offered room service at night.

Well then, who was it?

A chill ran down my spine.

My family couldn't have arrived this soon, and they wouldn't play pranks on me either.

The knocking had ceased at this point.

I heard shuffling behind the door, and then I saw a piece of paper slipped beneath the door, breaking me from my train of thoughts.

I bent down to pick it up.

Seeing the contents of the little note, my blood ran cold.

On it, scrawled in bright red ink, was a single word: HIDE.

~*~

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