Creative Writing: The Insane Room

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Looking up to the top of the hill the structure appeared to looked more like an old abandoned prison or perhaps an insane-asylum rather than the once most glorious hotel in all of Hollywood. As I stepped through the creaky old doors I could see the windows were covered in dust, and in much need of cleaning. I peered up to the high ceiling to see that there was water stains and bad structural damage, as if the roof were going to collapse at any given moment. The old man behind the front counter was scrawny, I could see the bones under stretched out skin, his wrinkly skin looked like a brown paper bag wrinkled up and was tossed to the side. I walked up to him, “I need my room key, and hurry with it!” The he looked up at me as if I had spoken to him in a different language. I asked the man again a little more impatient, however he still did nothing. Angry at him now, I shouted “CAN SOMEONE WHO IS NOT SUCH AN IMBECILE COME AND HELP ME!” A man looked up from his newspaper, but no one came. …show more content…

Looking at the nametag across his chest “Well then Burrell, get me my key.” What a dumb name I thought to myself, and I added “and, this is a very inadequate hotel, I mean look at those windows!” Burrell glared at me then, handed the key and I went to the elevator. The key slide in and opened the door with an ear shattering screech. Stupid hotel, and I slammed the door behind me. Peeling off my clothes that I was wearing that day, I put a fresh pair of pajamas on. I hopped on the bed. There was an old spring stabbing into my back. Why is this such an awful hotel? I thought to myself. I turned on the TV in my room. The only thing on was cheesy old horror movies. So I started to watch one, since there was nothing else to do. All of a sudden the power went out, and a cold chill sped down my spin. I grabbed for the candle on the nightstand, and for the box of match in the

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