Post by CelticLass91 on Oct 11, 2010 13:39:29 GMT -5
Okay...Justsomething I came up with last night... It's not finished yet but I'm writing more as I'm posting this one...been kinda a slow day...anyways! Hope you like and don't forget! "Comments Make The World Go 'Round!"
He couldn’t fall asleep. Damian cracked his eye and squinted over at the clock. Midnight. He sighed and rolled himself over, closing his eyes again. They had a big concert the next day and they were driving mostly through the night, only stopping for a couple hours so their bus driver could get some rest. They had gotten off the high way and pulled into a deserted parking lot of a hotel. The hotel itself looked like it hadn’t been used for years….Damian tried falling asleep again but could only picture the place as he had seen it when they parked two hours earlier.
The office door stood wide open, half on its hinges. Graffiti was written over most of the doors leading into the rooms. Except one door. It was on it’s hinges and stood closed; no graffiti marked its front…
Damian’s thoughts blended as he began to fall asleep. Thump. Damian’s eyes snapped open. What was that? He slowly sat up and looked around. He hopped out of the bunk, careful not to waken his fellow tour mates. He stood still, clad in just his plaid pajama pants; his head cocked to the side listening intently. There it was again. It sounded like a door slamming. He looked over the bunks and saw all the guys asleep. Maybe the bus driver? He tip-toed to the front of the tour bus and saw the driver was leaning back in his chair asleep. He let out the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. He must have been hearing things. He turned to go back to his bunk but instead ran face first into Keith.
“What are you doing up, man? It’s past midnight!” Damian hissed through his teeth, agitated he hadn’t heard Keith sneak up behind him. But Keith didn’t seam to be paying attention as he muttered his answer while looking passed Damian out the window.
“I heard you walking around…got up to see what you were doing.” Keith looked at Damian, “What were you doing?” Keith raised an eyebrow.
“I thought I heard something….” Damian looked around, “Guess I imagined it.” He yawned and headed back to his bunk.
“I’m heading back to bed too…since somebody is keeping me awake.” Keith told him with a yawn. Damian just nodded, to tired to come up with a come back as he quietly followed Keith to their bunks and climbed in. It felt like just moments after he had finely dozed off, when Damian felt hands on him, shaking him awake.
“Damo. Damo!” Keith whispered rather loudly. He shook Damian until he rolled over, his eyes still half closed. “I heard it to! There is something out side the bus!” Keith sounded truly freaked out to Damian- nothing freaked Keith out. Damian once again swung his legs out of his bunk, letting his feet touch the cold floor of the bus. He shivered, from the cold or the fear building inside him, he wasn’t sure. He looked at the clock which read 1:32am. he had been asleep for almost an hour.
Keith seemed calmer now that Damian was awake too. They didn’t have to speak about what they would do. They just stood there. Keith in his blue pajama pants and worn out McPherson guitars shirt and Damian still in his pajama pants; barely breathing so not to miss a sound. They looked at each other when they heard the sound again.
“Sound’s like it came from the hotel….” Keith whispered. Damian just nodded. They both went and looked out the window. Nothing looked different, except, maybe more creepy looking then when they got there earlier that night. “Come on! Let’s go check it out!” Keith said, looking excited now that he had an idea where the sound came from. Damian shook his at his friend. That would be Keith, wanting to go explore in the middle of the night.
“Fine…just let me grab my jacket.” Damian said.
What Really Happened?
He couldn’t fall asleep. Damian cracked his eye and squinted over at the clock. Midnight. He sighed and rolled himself over, closing his eyes again. They had a big concert the next day and they were driving mostly through the night, only stopping for a couple hours so their bus driver could get some rest. They had gotten off the high way and pulled into a deserted parking lot of a hotel. The hotel itself looked like it hadn’t been used for years….Damian tried falling asleep again but could only picture the place as he had seen it when they parked two hours earlier.
The office door stood wide open, half on its hinges. Graffiti was written over most of the doors leading into the rooms. Except one door. It was on it’s hinges and stood closed; no graffiti marked its front…
Damian’s thoughts blended as he began to fall asleep. Thump. Damian’s eyes snapped open. What was that? He slowly sat up and looked around. He hopped out of the bunk, careful not to waken his fellow tour mates. He stood still, clad in just his plaid pajama pants; his head cocked to the side listening intently. There it was again. It sounded like a door slamming. He looked over the bunks and saw all the guys asleep. Maybe the bus driver? He tip-toed to the front of the tour bus and saw the driver was leaning back in his chair asleep. He let out the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. He must have been hearing things. He turned to go back to his bunk but instead ran face first into Keith.
“What are you doing up, man? It’s past midnight!” Damian hissed through his teeth, agitated he hadn’t heard Keith sneak up behind him. But Keith didn’t seam to be paying attention as he muttered his answer while looking passed Damian out the window.
“I heard you walking around…got up to see what you were doing.” Keith looked at Damian, “What were you doing?” Keith raised an eyebrow.
“I thought I heard something….” Damian looked around, “Guess I imagined it.” He yawned and headed back to his bunk.
“I’m heading back to bed too…since somebody is keeping me awake.” Keith told him with a yawn. Damian just nodded, to tired to come up with a come back as he quietly followed Keith to their bunks and climbed in. It felt like just moments after he had finely dozed off, when Damian felt hands on him, shaking him awake.
“Damo. Damo!” Keith whispered rather loudly. He shook Damian until he rolled over, his eyes still half closed. “I heard it to! There is something out side the bus!” Keith sounded truly freaked out to Damian- nothing freaked Keith out. Damian once again swung his legs out of his bunk, letting his feet touch the cold floor of the bus. He shivered, from the cold or the fear building inside him, he wasn’t sure. He looked at the clock which read 1:32am. he had been asleep for almost an hour.
Keith seemed calmer now that Damian was awake too. They didn’t have to speak about what they would do. They just stood there. Keith in his blue pajama pants and worn out McPherson guitars shirt and Damian still in his pajama pants; barely breathing so not to miss a sound. They looked at each other when they heard the sound again.
“Sound’s like it came from the hotel….” Keith whispered. Damian just nodded. They both went and looked out the window. Nothing looked different, except, maybe more creepy looking then when they got there earlier that night. “Come on! Let’s go check it out!” Keith said, looking excited now that he had an idea where the sound came from. Damian shook his at his friend. That would be Keith, wanting to go explore in the middle of the night.
“Fine…just let me grab my jacket.” Damian said.