Haunted Hotel

I was on holiday with my parents and my friend Pam, we had just arrived in the town we were staying in and it was bouncing it down. The wind was so strong my mum and dad couldn’t get the tent up, so we decided to stay in a hotel instead. Everywhere was full apart from one spooky looking hotel on the edge of town, me and Pam didn’t like it, not one bit, but my mum and dad just told us not to be silly and went in reluctantly we followed.

Inside the hotel it was dark and gloomy, with only one, not very bright light bulb lighting the whole room and the lady behind the desk made me somewhat worried with her staring eyes, slowly me and Pam walked up to the desk. I was shaking like a leaf, and not just from the cold. The lady at the desk ‘greeted’ us with a Frankenstein type hello, which didn’t help with the butterflies whizzing around in my stomach like cars at a race. My parents checked in and we went up the stairs to our room.

The room was all black with staring paintings on the wall. Somehow this reminded me of one of those Transilvainian castles you see on telly with the paintings with removeable eyes, secret passageways and axes that fall from the walls when you pasted. I was scared out of my mind.

Then Pam woke me from my thoughts announcing she didn’t like it and wanted to leave, so did I but where would we go, the rain was harder than ever and the wind was still howling we staying the night whether Pam and I liked it or not.

After an uneasy sleep I woke to find the weather no better and I had this awful feeling we were being watched. I looked at the painting and for a second I thought I saw it blink, I rubbed my eyes and when I looked again it was just an ordinary picture with ordinary painted eyes. But I still felt nervous.

When we had all got up we decided to go downstairs for some breakfast but the staircase seemed to have moved from where we came up and in its place was a solid wall so we had to look for the stairs. The house was just a maze of long passageways and dead ends When we finally found the staircase (where it originally had been the night before) we went downstairs and had ‘breakfast’ which seriously looked liked slugs.

Then after we had finished our meal we headed out into the storm we decided to do something indoors so we went to the local museum.

Pam and I were most interested in a section on a local haunted hotel. It was on the edge of town and it only ever could be seen when it was stormy. It was big and black with a moving staircase and as soon as the weather would clear up it would disappear and any visitor would find their belongings outside in a heap when they returned.

"Our hotel" I muttered to Pam and she nodded in silent reply then for the next ten minutes all we did was stand there and exchange worried looks. We were really spooked.

When we got back to the hotel we begged my parents to check out but they wouldn’t have it they just said it was an old story told to scare tourists, we weren’t convinced and that night neither of us slept at all. The next day we set of to the pier and at midafternoon the sun came out so we went for a walk and when we returned to the hotel all we could find was our stuff in a heap and all me and Pam could say was " Haunted hotel". It was our hotel all along.

My parents had been wrong!!!!