The sad person I called and still do me walked in to see no one, nobody there at all. It was silent there.My inner thoughts and inner self hoped they let me in the hotel even though I had no money, but because I was a only a 12 year old boy.
I looked around confused wondering where they were or if anyone was there a person, anybody, but my parents. (Well so-called parents). The walls were blank with zero artworks or designs. The only thing there was a black painted wall everywhere My curious and confused little eyes looked.
Then there was a low tenor sounding voice. That wasn't me my voice is still girly and high. Good thing I have very quiet running steps came my thoughts I stopped and peeked around the corner. My eyes widened I saw there was A bunch of guys and girls standing there talkeing about what they think there next human meal would be, what their blood will taste like, and if or it will be sweet and delicious or rough and bland. Then I saw it there were demons and angels along with a couple of other creatures I then saw one of the snake people yell omething that made me get pale and frightened. "Human!" He yelled excitedly pointing at me. "Good eye Zachary!" Said one of the demons with vampire fangs. They charged at me and I ran for my life.
Why and what did I witness?
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Demon and Angel hotel(READ THE 1/2nd SENTENCE OF THE STORY IT IS VERY IMPORTANT)
RomantiekI am not saying there is romance for this 12 year old I am saying others have romance and the boy will when he becomes an adult just to make that clear. (The other people are only 2 years older) A young boy, 12, thought when moving out, well thrown...
