Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

Timothy Dixon and Ted, The Powell Spa Resort, 1:00 am. Night.


We’ve entered the back door at the resort carrying flashlights and wielding knives and machetes, anything to protect from whatever killed that man, or maybe…others. Ted walks around into what seems to be the boiler room. I could tell from the slight heat, shining my flashlight on the boilers and a pile of tools on the floor. Ted told me to go upstairs and wait up top until he calls for help. I did what he said and slowly finding the stairs. I climbed up on each step and open a door that led me to the hallway. I want to keep going into the darken terror that is once the hallway to search into the nightmarish tunnel that’ll lead me to my new love of my life, Jay. She must be fine. For what I’ve learned, she’s a really tough girl.


I know Ted is counting on me to be the lookout for what’s ever attacking the resort. But where’s my Mom? Where’s Terry? Where’s everybody? Jessie’s Father, Mr. Powell could’ve known this, he could’ve tell the customers to get out. But I doubt that there’s even customers. It as quiet as a graveyard. All I can hear is my wet feet squishing on the soft blue carpet floors, and my breath breathing heavily. I feel so cold and wet after going through the rain. I just want to lie down in my nice warm bed and wrap my arms around Jay, if I can find her that is. I thought about Mr. Powell. He can understand this terrible situation. I ran towards to the office but there’s a problem…The Doors locked.






I struggle to open the door but to no avail. I knocked on the door as loudly as I can to tell Mr. Powell that there’s a psychotic killer inside the resort and he killed a man and maybe others. I just hope he’s in there and hopefully not somewhere else in the dark. I see a large window that I can see through into his office. I make a long peek into the office. I pan through the office and what I say froze my blood. There was Mr. Powell. He was laying on his desk, with a butcher knife spilt opened from behind the head. I want to run and get out of here but I don’t want to leave Ted. Just as I was thinking about him, I heard a loud yell, and a crash. It was Ted! He is calling my name for help! I ran towards the boiler room and in the darkness all I hear is a struggle. I shine my flashlight to see a Ted and a another person a few feet shorter than he is strangling him and carrying a hammer claw. It must be the killer that I suspected. I can only watch as the killer winning the struggle and strike down Ted with the hammer claw. I ran away. I rushed up to the stairs to hide somewhere in my room hopefully I can make a plan.


I ran up to my room and froze to find another chilling and grotesque sight. I see my mother hanged from the ceiling engulfed in flames. I began to shed in tears. My mother, the only one I truly loved as much as my lover, who brought me life only to die this way. This isn’t right. I want to hide somewhere else. For what I see I may never forget. My mom is dead. I ran down the upstairs’ hallway only to bump into something in the darken hallway. I shine my flashlight on whatever I just hit. What I just hit was the killer, wielding a bloody hammer claw.


I knew I was going to die. But not this way. Oh, god not this way.

The End Of Chapter 11