“What happened to Markus?” a woman cried as she rushed into the lobby of the hotel. She was
wearing jeans and a sweater. “Where is he?”
“He died,” I said. “I’m very sorry. Are you his wife?”
“Yes,” she said, beginning to cry. “We were just married. This was supposed to be our
honeymoon. I can’t believe that this happened.”
It had been twenty minutes since Nataly had found the body, and she was still in her room, crying.
Lucy and I were going to talk to each person separately, hopefully gaining enough information to
figure out who the demon was possessing.
“Um, ma’am, if you don’t mind, we’d like to ask you a few–”
“Shut your vagina, and answer some questions, if you want us to find your husband’s killer,” Lucy
cut me off.
The lady turned to her, shocked.
“Okay,” she said.
“First, did you notice him doing anything strange about him yesterday or this morning?” I asked.
“No,” she sobbed. “He was normal when we got here, and I was asleep when he left this
“Okay, thank you,” I said. “I think that’s all we’re going to get from you.”
Lucy and I stood up and walked out of the dining room.
“We should go break into her room,” Lucy said. “There’s something she’s hiding.”
Before, I would have felt guilty, and I knew what Lucy was suggesting was wrong, but I knew that
she had a strange ability to know things most people couldn’t possibly know. Also, the fact that I was
hanging out with Satan was probably worse than breaking into anything I could do. All this coupled
with the fact that I didn’t feel guilt anymore fixed that problem very quickly.
Lucy and I waited for the woman, who we had found out was named Jane, to go back into her
room. Then, we had Nataly go to the front desk, and call her room. Jane left, and Lucy picked the lock.
Walking into her room was like entering an entire different universe.
The room had white-painted walls, carpeted floors, and a modern bed with pink sheets. There
was a flat-screen television on the wall, and a refrigerator set into a marble counter. It was like we had
walked through a portal to a different time when compared to the other rooms, which were bare, stone
walls with no electricity, and cheap beds that looked to be several hundred years old. I could see this
hotel being the site of a fantasy convention, while this room could be the site of a business meeting, if
business meetings were generally conducted in hotel rooms.
I opened a drawer, and found a shit load of condoms. I awkwardly sifted through them, but didn’t
find anything. Then, I opened the drawer below it. Inside was a knife, with dried blood on it.
“Lucy,” I said. “Is this it?”
“I think so,” she replied. “Let’s go deal with this bitch.”
The two of us walked out of the room, and saw the woman, who we had found out was named
Jane Henderson, was face-down in a puddle of blood. It was in the hallway outside of her room, so that
told us two things: she had been coming back to her room, and (based on the fact that she hadn’t made
any noise) it was done quietly. Her blond hair was stained red, and the clothes she had been wearing
were unrecognizable. It was disgusting. I felt indifferent.
“Well, I don’t think it was her,” I said.
“No fuckin’ shit,” Lucy said.
The two of us walked down to the lobby and found Nataly.
“It wasn’t her,” I said. “She was murdered in the hall.”
“Fuck,” Nataly said, “That’s disgusting.”
Then, we heard the door open above.
“Lucy!” said a woman.
“Frieda!” Lucy said, and ran towards a woman.
She was wearing khaki’s and an army jacket, and her short brown hair was tied up in a bun. She
couldn’t have been older than twenty.
“So, what’s up with you?” Lucy asked.
“We think there’s a demon here somewhere,” the woman, who I now knew as Frieda, said.
“No,” Lucy gasped. “That couldn’t be what killed the married couple, could it? They died on the
Frieda’s eyes widened. She turned.
“I’ll be back down in a while,” she said.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“I don’t have much time,” Lucy said. “That is one of the two best paranormal investigators in the
world. However, they are really dumb, in that no matter how many times you tell them they should
leave shit alone, they don’t listen. I’ve saved their lives over twenty times now, all because they find
something, and that something immediately tries to kill them. They don’t know who I actually am, or
they would have tried to kill me, and I would have killed them.”
“So, how long do we have?” I asked.
“I would say fifteen hours,” she replied.
Frieda walked into Tyler’s room.
“Hey,” she said to him, causing him to look up from the book he was reading. “That bitch is here.
I think she’s murdering all of the guests.”
“And what makes you say that?” he asked.
“Two alone have been murdered,” she said. “She decided to play dumb again. I swear, if we don’t
figure out what her deal is this time, we may never be able to.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because, if she’s killing off all of the guests, that includes us,” she said. “We could be in actual
Alice had barely slept the previous night, so she was making up for it now. Her father had died
one week ago, and his funeral had been the previous day. She was sleeping so soundly that she didn’t
notice the door creak open, and someone walk in.
She died quietly. No screams. She didn’t even wake up, it was so quick. She felt almost no pain.
The demon was satisfied for now.