Short Story

This was a short story piece we did in ELA this year. We had to create a story by looking at a number of pictures so that it would all flow together. It was a new experiance and maybe not the kind of story I would write by myself but it was definitely tons of fun!

A Crazy Day

It was an ideal November day not too hot nor too cold, just perfect. I’d been waiting for this day since so long and now that it was finally here, I was almost excited. The Crown And Anchor Hotel stood in front of me, in the middle of a lush lawn. It was plain white with three large bedrooms overtop the main lobby. There were a few bushes off to the side of the building and a couple of flowerbeds covered the windows of the hotel rooms.
I walked into the lobby and the manager stepped out from his office. Just from the first glance I could tell he had an interesting personality. He had pale white skin and he wore a jet-black suit. His hair was a brilliant blonde. I noticed his nails now, they were painted in vivid patterns and his eyes were enclosed with dusty make-up. I wasn’t sure of his gender, but judging from his little beard from his lower lip to his chin, I guessed he would have to be a man.

“Hello!” his voice was unusually high pitched and merry.

“Um..Hi,” I replied, feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Do you have a reservation, sir?” he asked calmly

“Well, yes, I have a reservation through my company. I’m Berwyn Brankly from The C.A.N.D.Y factory.”

“Yes, of course. You have a three nights stay with us and that’ll be $15,000.”

I almost choked when he told me the entire cost. Of course the company was paying for me half cash, the other half, our secret product. I paid the manager the amount I had gotten from the company and he consumed himself in counting it, with a child-like grin plastered to his face.

“He would fit in perfectly with our group.” I thought to myself.

I looked around the lobby; plain walls, plain waiting areas, plain everything, I didn’t see what was so special about this hotel that it cost so much. Finally, after much waiting, a bellhop came along to help me with my luggage. He wore a baby blue shirt, black pants and a black baseball cap. He had long sideburns and his creepy moustache gave me the chills. Although I had a gut feeling about this guy, I didn’t pay much attention, I always had trouble trusting anyone I met for the first time. He took my stuff and started walking towards the stairs and I followed him.
The room, as expected was big and spacious. There was a big bed in the middle of the room; night stands on either side of the bed, a working desk, and a couch with 2 chairs to the side. There was also a laptop stored in the closet and a T.V. mounted on the wall. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” I screamed as I went to lock it.

After a few moments, I recovered from my shock. I noticed the reason for my almost heart attack was a creepy picture on the back of the bathroom door. The picture was huge, covering the whole door and there was a goofy looking guy with a fohawk in a striped blue polo shirt. The creepiest thing was that below the picture, in bold print it said, “ I’m watching you!”
Scared and creeped out within the first five minutes of entering my hotel room, I decided to go downstairs and get some fresh air, maybe even some food. As I was lock my door and step out, I noticed something weird. The realization came a few seconds later, my eyes widened and my hands balled up into fists in anger. My guitar was gone! My most precious possession was stolen!! I stormed downstairs to the front desk but before I could get there, I saw my thief outside the front door. It was the same bellhop that had helped me with my baggage. My steps quickened and I rushed towards him, he saw me and started to run but I was much faster so I caught up to him before he had a chance to escape.

“You know I’m not giving you back your guitar, right?” he asked with a smug look on his face.

I started swearing at him, using the most vulgar words known to mankind. As I started yelling more words, a plane flew low over the hotel drowning out my voice and my face turned red with anger as he stood there, smirking.

“Give me my guitar NOW!” I screamed in his face

“No.” he said simply, as if it was a small matter.

“NOW!!” I yelled, grasping his shirt collar tightly

“I’ll make you a deal. If you can beat me in an arm wresting contest, I’ll return your precious guitar.”

“Let’s do it.” I said grinning. It was too easy and it was much more entertaining to know that I was the champion back in my day.
I grinned maniacally as we started the contest. For ten minutes straight no one was close to winning but after a few more minutes, I started putting all my energy into the mere competition as if my entire life depended on it. The bellhop just smiled and in the blink of an eye, my hand was on the table. He’d beaten me! I was in shock but when I tried to pick my hand up off the table, it wouldn’t move. Before I knew what was happening, there was a doctor standing over me, analyzing my entire right arm. Slowly, all the voices started fading; I looked up to find that instead of the ceiling there was a sky. It was a radiant blue, with the sun shining brightly off to the side. I yawned, wondering why there was a blue sky instead of a plain white ceiling and I closed my eyes, sinking into a deep sleep.