Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

Timothy Dixon, Powell Spa Hotel Room No. 225, 12:30 am.

Loneliness, coldness, and fear. These are those same feelings I always get when I’m don’t have a true friend. Friends are the ones you always stay close to, to always love, to keep secrets, and to be with you for the rest of your life. I always been lonely, never had a friend. I want to let them know me, I want to let them see me, I want to let them love me, sleep with me, feed me, and hold me. Jessie can do that, but no more. Now she’s a lost forgotten memory that’ll only just hurt me more: mentally and physically. I don’t know why I say these things, maybe because I’m bored and I want to talk, or maybe I’ve just lost my mind and wanted to talk to myself. I could’ve have a split personality of all the mental daggers of Jessie scarring my mind. I don’t know, maybe it because I’m just so lonely. It doesn’t hurt to hurt yourself once you’re alone.


I awoke from the darkness that I call a nightmare. I can see the night sky glowing bright stars with the full moon to guide them as a beautiful scenery. I can almost do nothing except being hypnotized by their strange glow of pureness. It reminded me of what happened earlier. What happened was beautiful, magical as it seems, like eating sweet ice cream on a Sunday fair, or traveling to the beautiful tropical islands of the Bahamas. Those things feel hot, beautiful, and a glory to taste. Her taste feels pure like an angel sleeping on my lap as I pet her beautiful locks gently as the heavenly gate closes. Like ice cream she was sweet, soft, and lust for some more of her exotic aroma. These talks of that of a rapist would say but no, these are the words I truly kept within me, something I just can’t let out like a wall sealing it away and now it just broken up only to show my new love who I am. I’m Timothy and I’m a new man.

God, that felt good. I’m not going into details on how I’m feeling but, man does it feel good to become who I am. I turned around to see my new lover’s face, the replacement, the new Jessie. I brushed her covers aside only to find her gone. Where she go? Where did my new lover go? I walked out off my room to search for her. The spa resort is quiet, dark. Not as dark as the beautiful moonlit and star filled skies that settles me to a calm state. But this darkness is pitch black, swallowing me up with it’s eternal darkness. I couldn’t see myself anymore or the world around me, I’m alone again. Then….I heard a sound.


Scrcchhhh….scrccchhh….scrccchhhh…..scrrrccchhh…..


It’s a sound of someone….scratching across the floor. It’s large, as large as I am. It came from behind me as the grueling noise chills up behind me.


“Help meeeeee…..Oh, help meeee….god, help meee….!”


I jumped. I called out with all my fears in the backseat. “Who are you?” I called. I reached out, only to feel a soft, slimy goo that made me jerk back a bit. I tried to look carefully but couldn’t tell. But the window curtains from down the hallway blown clean off by the wind as the moonlight shine on me. It was a barely alive human male body and the stuff on my hands are blood. I ran away from the dark resort. I ran through the seemingly endless hallway, tumbled down the darken stairs and out the door, tripping and falling into the mud from the rain that happened earlier. I ran into the woods, hoping that whoever killed that man, won’t get me.



I found a lighted tent out in the woods. I entered inside to find a sleeping bag, photographs of Ted, the guy my family hitchhiked when we went to the spa resort days ago, and numerous camping tools. As I study the tools, Something startled me from behind. It was Ted, He’s angry and wields a machete. “The Hell are you doing here?” he shouted at me. I was frozen in fear. Ted lowers his machete and became much more calm. “Sorry, but I thought you’re that freak who kept stealing my hunting tools.” he said with a smile. “I-I think I saw it.” I answered back. “Someone is killed and everyone seems to be gone.” Ted became silent for a moment then he got up and lend me his hand. “Come on, Let’s get that bastard.” He gave me a sharp kitchen knife and we enter the spa resort, with me fearing for my life.





THE END OF CHAPTER 10