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Gothic story

It was a Wednesday like the others. I had an idea this day, I thought about going for a short holiday away from this boring town. I looked for a not too expensive flight on Thursday and I found one.. So that day I went on the plane that seemed very empty, there were around four passengers. This day had a terrible weather, it was raining and even thunder arrived at some moments. The plane landed on a strange place, it was dark because I arrived around 11 pm. Not far from there, I saw a motel that looked old. I asked for a room and behind the woman in charge of giving the rooms there was a sort of calendar with a number on it, that number was 4 021. Apart from that, everything seemed okay so I went up to my room. It was smelling very bad as if someone had died there, I took a book that was on the bed. It said that someone had died in that room. It creeped me out. I finally went to sleep and suddenly the window opened and slammed so I woke up to close it. After that the shower turned on, I went into the bathroom and stopped it. I sensed something coming in me but nobody was there. After that I went back to bed and started shaking, as if I didn't have any control of my body. I stood up and walked outside. Someone was outside getting a drink from that machine. I just teleported myself to him, from a place to the other. I took his head and I pushed it violently into the glass of the machine. I started pouring gasoline on him, I took a lighter and burned him. He was on fire and floods of his blood were on the floor, I knew what I was doing but my body was possessed by something, it was maybe the man that had died in the room. Suddenly I teleported myself again but this time into a room with a woman sleeping and she had the same book as in my room. It was certainly the story of her room. I went to her and I smothered her with her pillow. That was creepy. She screamed but after a few minutes she wasn't moving anymore and I couldn't do anything about it. I teleported again, I appeared in front of the woman giving the rooms. And that feeling that came in me earlier returned. I finally could control myself again. But I saw the calendar and the woman changed the number to 4 023. At that moment I understood that these were the two people I had killed. It was a terrifying experience. What is sure is that I won't be going back on vacation for a very long time.

Keira BLEYNIE