Chapter 8

Chapter 8


Timothy Dixon, Powel Spa Resort Room No. 225, 9:54 pm.

Hours have been passed, I don’t know exactly how long I’ve been back in my room since that cruel prank that Nick and Andrew played upon me. I’ve never been so hurt emotionally since…the past. In the past, I was a tormented soul, always been teased, beaten up, and ridiculed. My parents were always supportive to me, I know that naturally parents will do anything to let their child have a happy life. But even their love and support haven’t saved me from the emotional torture I’ve endured in my entire life time. I never had any friends at all, I always keep distancing myself away from others, fearing that they aren’t the ones I wish to get to know, or to get to know about myself. I always wrote poems of my past moments of my life. None of them were good, and always I wish I was dead to end my suffering from this world we all grown up on. The world was never any peaceful, the cruelness of man happened since the beginning of time, many, many people suffered or died due to their causes and I’m one of them. I’m one of those people who experience the cruelty of man and the world I was born.





I was once told that I was different from others, not from gifted talent, but with legacy and heritage. I was once told that I was the great, great, great grandson of Alucard, the son of Dracula. I didn’t truly believed that but I did notice some signs. One, I’ve enjoyed the night, I always been seeing myself sitting under a tree with the shade comforting me as the sun shines. I also got out if it is a cloudy day as well. Two, I never eat nothing but meat, it’s really delicious, and it gives me a sensation that I cannot described. Yet the odd thing is that I hate blood and I enjoy eating garlic cooking. So I possibly could be a vampire or not. My family did said that I was a quarter breed and there’s a slim chance that I am one. But the only true thing I only want to go on with my life and end it peacefully is my dead love and death.

Nick and Andrew, Powell Spa Game Room, 10:08 pm.

Nick and Andrew broke into the Spa’s private game room. They know that Mr. Powell kept a private game room in his office earlier as they eavesdropped on him speaking with a friend of his. Now that they’re here, they admire how glorious this room is. The room has a dart board, five arcade machines, a ping pong gaming board, and a private bathroom. “God damn, what ya look at this.” said Nick as he walk towards one of the arcade machines. “Yeah,” said Andrew. “The old bastard was hiding it from us this entire time for himself.” As Andrew find himself a seat and began throwing darts at the dart board, Nick still enjoying his arcade game until… “Oh, my stomach,” said Nick. “I gotta hit the can, warn me if old Powell come on by.” and Nick entered the bathroom. Andrew Kept on throwing darts hoping that he could get a bulls eye on the board, but he kept missing everyone. “Damn, Bitch, Ass!” shouted Andrew in frustration. He got up from his chair and picked up the fallen darts on the floor and placed them all on the table except for the last dart. As he entered the closet to find a dart that been ricochet from the board and into the closet, he heard the door creaked open. He quickly looked around and hadn’t seen no one there, the bathroom door that Nick was in hadn’t been open so who could it be? He see the entrance to the game room hadn’t been open either, so who could it be? He thought it was his imagination and found the last dart. He turned around and found all his dropped darts missing on the table. “Hey, who the hell took my darts?” said Andrew in wonder. He asked Nick if he seen his darts but there’s no answer from him. Andrew walked towards the dart board to remove the darts that were onto the board. He picked them off and he asked nick again where are the other darts, and again no answer. Then suddenly a figure stands in front of Andrew and in it’s hands are the missing darts from the table. The figure throws the dart at incredible strength, so strong that it stabbed into Andrew’s right eye, through the back of his head, and hit a bull’s eye. Andrew stumbled backwards toward the wall and slid down to the floor, leaving a splash of blood all over the walls.

“Ok. Andrew,” said Nick as he stepped out of the bathroom. “Wanna play Mario bros?” Nick quickly turn silent as he sees blood all over the wall where the dart board was at. As he walked towards the board to study the blood, someone jump on him. Nick was tackled to the ground, he moved the body and found out it was Andrew’s corpse, still twitching after being killed. “Oh, shit--ANDREW!!” screamed Nick in fright. He turned around and sees the same figure that killed nick standing near the open closet door. Nick pulls out his switchblade and charge towards the figure but the figure wields a sledge hammer! It side stepped nick’s attack, and before nick was ready to make another move, the figure swings it’s sledge hammer at Nick’s head, killing him instantly. The Figure walks towards Nick’s bloody corpse, and WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Went the killer’s sledgehammer as it hit Nick’s body over and over again until his smashed, bloody, and broken body was unrecognizable.

Timothy Dixon, Powell Spa Room No. 225, 10:30 pm.

As I sleep I felt someone creep up towards me. I quickly got up and see Jay standing before me. She looks deeply into my eyes, just like how Jessie did to me before. We both embrace each other with a long passionate kiss, even if she wasn’t Jessie, it felt right for some reason. “Ore ai you.” she said to me as she licked the side of my neck. I was puzzled at what she said so I answered back. “what is that, Japanese?” she giggled at my somewhat humorous reply. “Why yes, it means that I love you.”

THE END OF CHAPTER 8