I don't know how I got here all I know is that I need to get out. I was surrounded by screaming people everywhere. Flames exploding from the white rugged floor, but the worst part of all was the minatour that was blindling ranpaging into everything.
The wallpaper was torn and sagging. The wall accsesories were broken on the floor. It was so scary. I couldnt do anything but watch as the scene i was watching kept going. Some of the people tried to get into the hotel elevators but when they got they would either be choked with a spiked rope or a sharp medal pole would stab through there whole body from the top. My breathing became shallow My hair that was once a nice blonde collor was now burned and covered with others blood. The same with my blue dress. 'How'd I get into the mess' I kept repeating to myself. I was only 13 years old. I don't even live in this hotel.
Before I broke down completely I saw the minatour stop and stare at a little boy who looked about 8 or 9 crying for his mother who was probally already dead. I acted quickly with out thinking. The minatour came at full speed towards the boy, but luckily I got to him first. As the minatour crashed into the wall we rushed to the elevatour. It was our only hope. The minatour came for us again. As the elavators door closed I heard a BANG! From the minatour crashing into the elavator doors. It was time.
I clicked the penthouse button, and then it came, a medal pole came from the top slicing into my head as I pushed the boy out of the way. The last thing I remeber was the boy crying. I never found out if he got out of the hotel safe or not, or how this all happen to begin with.
Author Note: What do you think? Was it stupid because I really did dream about this. I think it would make a good horror movie. Did misspell elavator?
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