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Authors: Kartik Iyengar
covered it up. He took a step back to admire his contribution to the portrait. He was quite pleased with his job.
Pushing the heavy curtains aside to get to the balcony, he opened the doors. The cool, midnight breeze wafted in and he took in the damp, fresh air for some time, trying to see if he could see anything in the dark moonless night.
He patted himself down, hunting for his pack of cigarettes. “Hell, it’s in my rucksack”, he grumbled and walked towards the bed. As the cool, night breeze gushed into the room, Goose fumbled trying to open the rucksack before he succeeded in finding his pack of cigarettes.
Having found the packet, he went across to the study table to pick up the lighter kept on top of the ashtray.
While Goose was busy doing this with his back turned to the open balcony door, a shadow silently slithered into the room and slid across the floor, right under the bed.
The midnight air was nippy. Goose realized he felt cold as he lit up his cigarette. Picking up the ashtray, he walked across to the balcony door and locked it shut and pulled the curtains.
He was drenched to the bone today and decided not to have a bath. Slipping into his favorite t-shirt and shorts, Goose used the towel from the bathroom to dry his hair.
He briefly remembered his butt-towel that he had to part with to keep Jenny from catching a cold. He sat on the bed and pulled out his socks. Using the towel to clean his smelly feet, with the cigarette in his mouth, he placed the ashtray on the bedside table.
He took a deep puff and carefully placed the cigarette on the ashtray and closed his eyes to calm down. It had been a hard day for everybody. The place gave him the creeps and he didn’t like it one bit.
Goose opened his eyes and looked at the covered painting on the wall from his four-poster bed, he quickly shut his eyes again and made up his mind to yank the freaky portrait off the wall before going to sleep. He felt that he needed a nap.
He was too tired to sleep anyway. The cigarette burned on the ashtray as Goose took a quick shut-eye for a few minutes. He continued to hum a lullaby as he closed his eyes.
The smell of smoke suffocated Goose and he immediately woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw that his room was in flames. His blood froze.
The table was burning with flames that leaped from the floor. His bed was on fire as well. The shades on the balcony burned menacingly as orange flames burned the couch. Goose looked around in horror as the towel burned and fell to the ground.
However, the painting on the wall was not burning, but the eyes of Jenny’s great grandpa were blood red and shining through the merciless flames. As Goose choked and gasped for breath, covering his face with his handkerchief, a flickering apparition of a drenched young woman in black appeared to be suspended in mid-air right by the bedside.
The apparition looked like Jenny. It was howling in pain as though the fire was burning her up.
Goose tried to scream for help but he couldn’t.
Just when Goose was about to pass out, the world around him started to go black, the flames got sucked back into the floor as if by magic and the howling, flickering apparition disappeared.
Within a few seconds, everything was back to normal and the painting stared at him plainly as though nothing had happened. He lay on the bed for some time, rooted to the spot. He was drenched in sweat. He was freaked out.
He looked at the watch, it was 11:55 PM. The day was not yet over. He could not sleep.
With trembling hands, Goose reached for the pack of cigarettes and picked up the lighter. He stared at it with shivering hands for a while before keeping it down.
He couldn’t bear to see fire again that night.
Derek’s Suite:
Derek had entered his room and took a quick shower after settling down. He felt good after the bath with the lavender soap. He smelt good and felt
Pushing the heavy curtains aside to get to the balcony, he opened the doors. The cool, midnight breeze wafted in and he took in the damp, fresh air for some time, trying to see if he could see anything in the dark moonless night.
He patted himself down, hunting for his pack of cigarettes. “Hell, it’s in my rucksack”, he grumbled and walked towards the bed. As the cool, night breeze gushed into the room, Goose fumbled trying to open the rucksack before he succeeded in finding his pack of cigarettes.
Having found the packet, he went across to the study table to pick up the lighter kept on top of the ashtray.
While Goose was busy doing this with his back turned to the open balcony door, a shadow silently slithered into the room and slid across the floor, right under the bed.
The midnight air was nippy. Goose realized he felt cold as he lit up his cigarette. Picking up the ashtray, he walked across to the balcony door and locked it shut and pulled the curtains.
He was drenched to the bone today and decided not to have a bath. Slipping into his favorite t-shirt and shorts, Goose used the towel from the bathroom to dry his hair.
He briefly remembered his butt-towel that he had to part with to keep Jenny from catching a cold. He sat on the bed and pulled out his socks. Using the towel to clean his smelly feet, with the cigarette in his mouth, he placed the ashtray on the bedside table.
He took a deep puff and carefully placed the cigarette on the ashtray and closed his eyes to calm down. It had been a hard day for everybody. The place gave him the creeps and he didn’t like it one bit.
Goose opened his eyes and looked at the covered painting on the wall from his four-poster bed, he quickly shut his eyes again and made up his mind to yank the freaky portrait off the wall before going to sleep. He felt that he needed a nap.
He was too tired to sleep anyway. The cigarette burned on the ashtray as Goose took a quick shut-eye for a few minutes. He continued to hum a lullaby as he closed his eyes.
The smell of smoke suffocated Goose and he immediately woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw that his room was in flames. His blood froze.
The table was burning with flames that leaped from the floor. His bed was on fire as well. The shades on the balcony burned menacingly as orange flames burned the couch. Goose looked around in horror as the towel burned and fell to the ground.
However, the painting on the wall was not burning, but the eyes of Jenny’s great grandpa were blood red and shining through the merciless flames. As Goose choked and gasped for breath, covering his face with his handkerchief, a flickering apparition of a drenched young woman in black appeared to be suspended in mid-air right by the bedside.
The apparition looked like Jenny. It was howling in pain as though the fire was burning her up.
Goose tried to scream for help but he couldn’t.
Just when Goose was about to pass out, the world around him started to go black, the flames got sucked back into the floor as if by magic and the howling, flickering apparition disappeared.
Within a few seconds, everything was back to normal and the painting stared at him plainly as though nothing had happened. He lay on the bed for some time, rooted to the spot. He was drenched in sweat. He was freaked out.
He looked at the watch, it was 11:55 PM. The day was not yet over. He could not sleep.
With trembling hands, Goose reached for the pack of cigarettes and picked up the lighter. He stared at it with shivering hands for a while before keeping it down.
He couldn’t bear to see fire again that night.
Derek’s Suite:
Derek had entered his room and took a quick shower after settling down. He felt good after the bath with the lavender soap. He smelt good and felt
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