School Of The Unsolved

The Pink Hotel?

"If I was you I wouldn't," I said as I began scrolling through the pages. The same words repeated as I read. I didn't dare to look at the boy behind me. He probably couldn't stand to look at me. If I was in his position I would do the same.

I just wanted him to go. I wanted him to leave me alone. I didn't want to be with anybody at this point. I could die any day and the last thing I wanted to worry about was if somebody liked me back. I didn't have time for that. There was no point to it anymore.

"so that's it? You give up that quickly? I thought you liked me? I mean the first time we met you looked like you were in love." said the boy as he got closer.

Falling in love was cute but ever since I was young to was obvious it wasn't for me. I just never tried and now it seemed like a horrible time to give that up. He didn't know that. He didn't know that I would be walking into satans arms not long from now. I'm sure if he knew the truth he wouldn't have been so keen on getting me.

"look you don't have to answer if you don't want anything to do with me that fine; I just need you to tell me why? Why George?" asked the boy as he put his hand in my shoulder and peered over me. I knew he was reading the book.

"let's find out," I said as I stumbled across a picture of a green eyes girl. Next to her picture was a long explanation of her case. I knew this had been because of the pink hotel. As I turned the page I came across more and more of these pages. These must've been all of the murders caused by the pink hotel.

"what do you mean?" he questioned as he looked at the book closely. I knew he didn't understand a word on that page. He had no clue how dark things really were.

"I mean," I said as skipped through all of the pages. I knew what would be on the last page. I knew Marc needed to see it. He deserved it after all. I turned one more as I finally landed on the last page.

George's face filled the page.

"What is this?" he questioned as he tried to get the book out of my hands.

"the answer you wanted to right here," I said as I pulled the book closer to my face and tried to read the small words. My eyes widened as I read the words. "To bring Marc home"

"home?" he questioned as he looked me right in my eyes.

"The Pink Hotel," I said softly.

A loud bang arose from behind me my headshot back as I watched the room behind us start to come crashing down. It was time to go.

"I have a feeling I don't know the half of things," said the hot as I locked his and in mine and took off down the gall. The point that was trying to be made was obvious. The pink hotel no longer wanted to wait for us to knock on their front door. We had to go no matter what.

All I had was the fact that this wasn't real. I repeated the words in my brain as I ran. All I needed to know was that it was fake. It was a figment of my imagination and I needed to remember that.

now it was fake but that didn't mean that it always would be. Things could change. Everything could change. Everything already changed at this point. I had no choice but to change with it.

My legs kept moving with no need to stop. my need to not fall into a pile of fake rock was definitely stronger than my hate for running. I knew once I got back to camp I would prove to my gym teacher that I truly was the best.

I took a turn down the corner as my eyes fell on the exit all I could think about is how this might end. Maybe this torture would last forever. I wasn't really sure. All I could do was hope everything was still as I left it the moment we walked out the front door.

"It's not real" I whispered to my self as I felt the ground slowly slipping away from under me. I pushed myself forward I hope that it would be enough.

"if this isn't real then what is?" Marc asked as he pulled me forward and closer to the door. We were so close and it definitely wasn't time to ask questions.

"you know when you know," I said as I threw myself through the front door. Everyone's eyes were locked on Marc and I. We looked like we had just run a marathon which was kinda true.

I rushed forward and threw the book to Blair. I knew we needed to leave soon before more things started falling apart. I didn't want to waste any more time. I wasn't even sure if we had any more time.

We just needed to "go," I said as I hopped into the back of the truck. Blair Followed behind with the book in hand.

"what about me?" Marc questioned with a small amount of fear. That boy didn't know what was happening. I didn't want him to know. The hotel asked for him. He didn't have a choice.

"the book said George died so you could come. Even though I don't want you there we don't have a choice"

"get in loser" shouted Josie from the passenger's seat.

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"This book is nuts " Blair whispers as she kept her eyes on the book. I knew the only reason she didn't turn her head was because we were here.

This was the pink hotel?