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Midnight. A time where either two things are happening in most people's lives. You're either asleep in your bed getting warmly heated up by your blanket, or you're in your bed get heated up by something else. By this point in time darkness has taken over the sky only being lighted up by little shinning stars and the brightness of the moon. But in Bora's case, the only type of light he's seeing tonight is the neon sign of the hotel he was staying at.

Bora was in high school and while most people who were in high school worry about how much money they'll be able to spend for lunch, he doesn't have to worry about that. Sometimes in life you have to do what you have to do in order to have the amount of money you need to survive. Even if it means selling your soul. You see Bora is a prostitute, and he was waiting for his special appointment in his little hotel room.

Bora: Where the hell is he? looks at phone for the time (12:23)

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Bora: Come in!

The door slowly opened as a tall Brazilian young man came walking in.

Bora: It's about time you showed up. takes off shoes

Brazilian: Sorry I'm late. I tried to get here earlier but I was at my girlfriend's house and I needed to sneak out to get here. starts unbuttoning shirt

Bora: Well let's get this over with. Did you bring my money?

Brazilian: Of course I brought the money. takes out pile of cash and throws it on the desk

The young Brazilian man, who looked around the age of a Junior in high school, casually walked up to Bora and threw him on the bed. He climbed on top of him and the two young men began to make out. Each of them took off each other's shirts as they continued to lock lips with each other in a passionate manner.

Bora: What's your name?

Brazilian: Why?

Bora: I don't know I just- I've never met somebody who's kissed as good as you before.

Brazilian: My names Josue.

As the two of them began finishing making out, it was time for Bora to get on his knees and show Josue what that mouth can really do. Bora started to unbuckle Josue's pants and slowly slid them down, along with his underwear, until they were completely off.

Bora: (Looks at Josue's private area) I can work with that.

But before Bora put Josue's joystick in his mouth, there was a loud noice coming from the bathroom that completely ruined the moment.

Josue: Did you hear that? Did you bring someone else in here?!

Bora: No I swear I've been here all by myself this entire time.

Josue: Yah right. Puts shirt, pants, and underwear back on getting ready to leave

Bora: Wait be quiet. (Gets slowly closer to the bathroom) The shower...it's on.

Josue: Well you can go join whosever in there because I'm out of here.

Bora: Wait don't go I swear I didn't bring anybody else with me. I'm scared.

Josue paused for a moment. At first he hesitated, but he agreed not to leave Bora alone.

Bora: Stay behind me. quietly opens the bathroom door

The shower curtains were closed, but the shower was definitely on. Somebody had snuck in here without Bora realizing.

Josue: (whispers) Should we go call security

Bora: (whispers) No it's fine. It's probably just someone trying to pull a prank on us.

The two silently and steadily got closer to the shower curtain. With each step they took, the closer they got to revealing who was behind the shower curtain. Bora began to approach the curtain getting ready to open it and bust whosever in there. His hand was inches away from the curtain until suddenly,

the person behind the curtain quickly opened it and sliced Bora's throat open with a knife they were holding in their hand. Blood began to ooze from Bora's neck as his life had been murderously and violently taken away.

Josue was in shock, but as much as he wanted to do something to help Bora, he knew that if he stayed around longer he would be next. He ran out the hotel room and slammed the door shut.

And the last thing Bora saw before his neck was slashed open, was someone in a black clock wearing a white, pale ghost face mask.

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