Izzy

The horror in Hilton Hotel

I crept up the screechy stairs of Hilton Hotel, crackling viciously every step I make. My hand reaches for the rotten brown door, that lead to the dark attic. “ Zara, are you in here?” I say with a squeaky voice. “ Zara?” The wobbly boards rattle as I tried to find my sister. I couldn’t stop thinking about those hotel assistants who seem to float around like ghosts ready to kill. “ Zara?” I called one last time. Then in the flash of lightning I saw Zara lying on the ground dead. The shock burned in my stomach. “ Your next little boy.”