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Hotel Of The Devil chapter 8

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The rest of them didn’t need telling twice. With some shouts of terror, they all took to their heels and began to sprint as fast as they could down the deathly hallway. It was a difficult feat with so many of them crammed in a small space, pushing and shoving past each other out of fear.

Do any of these doors open?" Dalton thought in his panicked mind, not daring to look behind him. With the thumping of the nightmare creature coming closer and closer, he tugged at a door with all his might.

And it opened.

“Here!” Dalton cried with delight, relief and shock at the same time.

The rest of them turned on the tips of their toes and pelted inside, first Ashley, then Clayton, followed by Jake, Jinxx, Brady and Drew. Andy grabbed Dalton’s shoulder as he held the door open. He pulled him inside and, with a gasp, slammed the door shut and pushed his weight against it, praying the monster, whatever it was, couldn’t get inside.

The place looked identical to the hallway in every way, height of the ceiling, width of the walls, colour of carpet, all the same. But, there was a big difference. There were openings in the walls, all leading off to different directions. Ashley, still gulping down oxygen, walked over to the openings and saw they had the same phenomenon, everything the same except the open walkways.

“This is freakin’ twisted as hell” Ashley murmured to himself, glancing down the other openings to see the exact same things.

“Yeah, this is really screwed up” Brady added, slumping on the ground with the other guitarists.

Andy kept hold of the door, still too scared to move in case something burst through it. This wasn’t really happening, was it? Things like this didn’t happen to people; it happened in scary stories, of The Rake and The Slenderman, of Jeff the Killer, not to him, not to his friends.

He pressed his ear against the door, listening intently for any sound. Nothing. With a sigh of relief, he stepped back from the wood, splinters in his hands.

“I think it’s gone” he said to a hushed silence, which was replied to with nods and other sighs. He knelt next to Dalton, who was running his hands through his hair “You okay?”

He tilted his head and closed his eyes, a breathe escaping his lips, sounding like a “Mhm”. Andy gave a forced, half-encouraging smile and looked around.

A surge of terror sent a shock of electricity down his spine, freezing him to the spot with realization. It was as though his heart had stopped beating for a full minute and he found he was unable to breathe for a few moments. With a mutter that was barely audible, he whispered

“Guys, where is CC?”

The rest of them looked up at him, unable to hear what he said. Drew was first to speak “Wh…what did you say An-”

“CC!” Andy screamed, running to the door and throwing it open. This, of course, made the other band members cry in protest or fear. Andy leapt into the corridor, shouting out for his drummer, one of his friends.

“CC?! CC!” He yelled over and over again until he fell to his knees, gripping his arms with such a force he almost bled. The members stood in the doorway of the room, too scared to approach Andy and too scared to get into the corridor again.

“It fucking got him…” Andy muttered through his tears that started falling down his face “It’s… got… CC…”

Nobody spoke. Andy still sat there, crying and shaking. He rubbed his eyes and tried to brush the waterfalls from his cheeks, trying to stand up but he found he couldn’t. A drip fell on his cheek that made his tears falter. It wasn’t a tear that was for sure. It was sticky and thick. Andy looked at his hand and squished his fingers together. The substance looked like saliva.

Another realisation came over Andy. He didn’t know if he should see or not, but, if he didn’t, it would attack him anyway.

Very, very slowly, Andy Biersack looked up at the ceiling…

and came face to face with a deadly, monster-like, ear to ear grin.
Well, another instalment after so many months X3 I know my consistancy of work is very slow, it is because of 6TH Form work and it is literally nearly killing me. Ah well, roll on the Spring!
Hope you guys enjoy!
PS: I wrote this in school so I couldn't do an edit for the top
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