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Chapter 2:- 2
“Oz, are you okay,” I screamed. He sat up, wiped away the thick red goo from his face and licked his finger. My stomach gurgled, I was going to be sick.
“That’s good sauce,” he said.
I looked down to see our spaghetti dinner all over the floor, walls, and the young delivery boy from the local Italian restaurant.
“What happened?” I asked and helped Oz to his feet.
“This cat came out of nowhere and startled me. When I turned back I smacked into this guy.”
The delivery boy stood up, blew spaghetti noodles from his nose, and plucked a meatball from his black spiky hair. “I hope one of you are going to pay for this?”
“What’s going on here?” Miss Kepler growled. She was standing in a gray full body cat suit with pink fuzzy slippers. The delivery boy got one look at her and stumbled back.
“Nothing, just an accident." He turned and ran toward the door. His foot slipped in spaghetti sauce and he tumbled to the ground.
“Hey, we still have to pay for this!” I yelled.
“Forget it. It’s on me,” he yelped. He jumped to his feet and tried to escape. His sleeve got caught on the door and he anxiously tugged at it, tearing the sleeve free from his jacket. A cloud of dust settled as he vanished into the night.
“What’s his deal?” Oz asked. He blew red sauce from his nose into a handkerchief.
“Maybe he’s allergic to cats?” Kepler said. She giggled to herself and stepped back inside her room.
“That was strange,” I said.
Miss Kepler popped out of her room with a dust buster in one hand and a Frisbee in the other. “Here you go. This will help you clean up your mess.” As soon as she appeared she was gone behind a locked door. Oz and I looked at each other confused.
“She's even stranger,” he said. “What are we supposed to do with these?”
I held up the Frisbee and handed the dust buster to Oz. “I guess we scoop and suck. Unless you have a better plan?” He smiled, sat down on the floor and pulled two plastic forks from the bag. He held one out to me.
“As a matter of fact I do,” he said.
“Gross, I’m not eating off the floor. That is beyond disgusting.”
Oz scooped spaghetti off the walls and what was left in the Styrofoam containers onto the Frisbee.
“How about from the walls?” he asked, holding out the Frisbee like a dinner plate. I shrugged and sat down next to him. That was the first dinner my brother and I ever shared off a hotel wall. It was actually pretty good.
It was thirteen minutes past midnight and I could not fall asleep. The spaghetti was making my stomach rumble and I kept thinking about Miss Kepler and the fire. There was something very strange about her and this place, but I could not put my finger on it.
Small drops of rain spattered against my window. The lightning was splintering down through the sky like jellyfish tendrils. Its luminous white light cast eerie shadows across my wall.
I’m not very comfortable sleeping in weird places. I like bunking in the RV better. You get used to all of its nooks and crannies, and at night I could hear my parents talk, which helped me go to sleep.
The thunder boomed louder and that meant the storm was getting closer. I waited for it to crackle again, but it fell silent. The kind of eerie silence that makes your ears ring.
It wasn't long before the stillness was interrupted. Creaking wood. Sounds of heavy footsteps dragging across the hallway. I sat up in bed and glanced toward my door.
“Mom? Dad?” I called out, but there was no answer. I waited. Maybe they heard me but were taking their time getting to the door. “Oz?” I said. Again, there was no answer.
I rolled out of bed and peered out the door. The hallway was inky black and the creaking noise had stopped. I scanned the hall for my parents. But they were not there.
A flash of lightning illuminated a shadowy outline of something or someone at the end of the hall. It slithered against the wall. I could feel the blood drain from my face to my feet.
Whatever it was… had plans for me.
“Oz, are you okay,” I screamed. He sat up, wiped away the thick red goo from his face and licked his finger. My stomach gurgled, I was going to be sick.
“That’s good sauce,” he said.
I looked down to see our spaghetti dinner all over the floor, walls, and the young delivery boy from the local Italian restaurant.
“What happened?” I asked and helped Oz to his feet.
“This cat came out of nowhere and startled me. When I turned back I smacked into this guy.”
The delivery boy stood up, blew spaghetti noodles from his nose, and plucked a meatball from his black spiky hair. “I hope one of you are going to pay for this?”
“What’s going on here?” Miss Kepler growled. She was standing in a gray full body cat suit with pink fuzzy slippers. The delivery boy got one look at her and stumbled back.
“Nothing, just an accident." He turned and ran toward the door. His foot slipped in spaghetti sauce and he tumbled to the ground.
“Hey, we still have to pay for this!” I yelled.
“Forget it. It’s on me,” he yelped. He jumped to his feet and tried to escape. His sleeve got caught on the door and he anxiously tugged at it, tearing the sleeve free from his jacket. A cloud of dust settled as he vanished into the night.
“What’s his deal?” Oz asked. He blew red sauce from his nose into a handkerchief.
“Maybe he’s allergic to cats?” Kepler said. She giggled to herself and stepped back inside her room.
“That was strange,” I said.
Miss Kepler popped out of her room with a dust buster in one hand and a Frisbee in the other. “Here you go. This will help you clean up your mess.” As soon as she appeared she was gone behind a locked door. Oz and I looked at each other confused.
“She's even stranger,” he said. “What are we supposed to do with these?”
I held up the Frisbee and handed the dust buster to Oz. “I guess we scoop and suck. Unless you have a better plan?” He smiled, sat down on the floor and pulled two plastic forks from the bag. He held one out to me.
“As a matter of fact I do,” he said.
“Gross, I’m not eating off the floor. That is beyond disgusting.”
Oz scooped spaghetti off the walls and what was left in the Styrofoam containers onto the Frisbee.
“How about from the walls?” he asked, holding out the Frisbee like a dinner plate. I shrugged and sat down next to him. That was the first dinner my brother and I ever shared off a hotel wall. It was actually pretty good.
It was thirteen minutes past midnight and I could not fall asleep. The spaghetti was making my stomach rumble and I kept thinking about Miss Kepler and the fire. There was something very strange about her and this place, but I could not put my finger on it.
Small drops of rain spattered against my window. The lightning was splintering down through the sky like jellyfish tendrils. Its luminous white light cast eerie shadows across my wall.
I’m not very comfortable sleeping in weird places. I like bunking in the RV better. You get used to all of its nooks and crannies, and at night I could hear my parents talk, which helped me go to sleep.
The thunder boomed louder and that meant the storm was getting closer. I waited for it to crackle again, but it fell silent. The kind of eerie silence that makes your ears ring.
It wasn't long before the stillness was interrupted. Creaking wood. Sounds of heavy footsteps dragging across the hallway. I sat up in bed and glanced toward my door.
“Mom? Dad?” I called out, but there was no answer. I waited. Maybe they heard me but were taking their time getting to the door. “Oz?” I said. Again, there was no answer.
I rolled out of bed and peered out the door. The hallway was inky black and the creaking noise had stopped. I scanned the hall for my parents. But they were not there.
A flash of lightning illuminated a shadowy outline of something or someone at the end of the hall. It slithered against the wall. I could feel the blood drain from my face to my feet.
Whatever it was… had plans for me.
