Author: SamDavenport PM
The McKane family is staying in the Hooray Resort, the biggest, most expensive hotel in all of America. But there is something spooky about the bathroom in their room... something evil.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Horror - Words: 1,369 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-30-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2823639
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"Are we there yet?" Jenny's high-pitched voice asked for the 76th time.
"Almost there, Hun", replied Patrick McKane – Jenny's father. The McKane families Black SUV continued to advance along the highway towards The Keys, Florida.
The McKanes passed an apple-coloured street-sign, "Keys – Florida, 7 miles", read Patrick, smiling.
"We can read, Dad", retorted the youngest of the McKane children. Sally – Sophie's mother – opened her mouth to say something to her daughter, but then thought better of it and shut her mouth and continued to jam to The Beatles that were playing on her new IPod Touch.
20 minutes later, the McKane family were unloading their bags from the boot of their dazzling automobile. Sophie tilted her head and gazed at the famous hotel known as, the Hooray Resort. An astronomically large dome-shaped building stood in front of her, the black walls gleaming as the sun's rays reflected off the tiles like a young child bouncing off a trampoline. The large revolving door gyrated and circulated, dizzying the McKane family.
"Alright Kids", shouted Patrick, "In we go".
The McKane family stepped inside the Hooray Resort and looked around them in awe. The building looked big from the outside, but it was nothing compared to the amplitude of the inside of the conservatory. The humongous dome stretched far into space and seemed to touch the furthest stars. In the centre of the room, a magnificent, grand waterfall sprayed rainbow water 20 feet into the air and caught the rain in a lagoon of fresh water, tinged green by the underwater mosaics. Sophie and Jenny stood in amazement at the beauty of it, as many of the other new arrivals did. Hundreds of awestruck children stood around in the wide-spaced room staring in a trance at the millions of eye-catching attractions in the hotel. Every single available space on the walls was filled with an enticing mosaic, ranging from pictures of the hotel itself, to majestic ice mountains from Antarctica, and deserted plains of sand in India.
Sophie laughed and bolted to the waterfall, Jenny giggled and followed her.
Patrick and Sally McKane smiled and exchanged happy looks with each other, then turned to face a bright-eyed male receptionist beaming from behind his desk.
Sophie tanned herself in front of the gigantic pool whilst Jenny had the time of her life, dancing around the water-slide, which spiralled at least 50 metres into the air. Pools of sparkling aquamarine water was cascaded into a series of ripples as families bombed into the water from the 3 metre diving board, which extended from a pirate ship.
"Mum!" Jenny Shouted, "Come in the swimming pool! Its sooooo warm!"
"In a minute, darling", replied Sally, who had no intention of getting in the pool, her only objective, was to relax in the sun, lap on the sunscreen and finish her novel.
Patrick lifted his sunglasses above his eyes for a moment, smiled at his wife, and then released his glasses, which fell back into place on Patrick's nose. Patrick began to snore quietly, a relaxed, peaceful snore – something he hadn't done in a long time. In fact, Patrick had hardly slept in a long time.
"...inside, he found a great crab wizard, on a crab wizard throne, the crab wizard"... Realizing that the children were asleep, Patrick discontinued reading the story.
"Goodnight, Jenny", he kissed her on the forehead and shuffled quietly towards Sophie's bed. Sophie was breathing heavily, her IPod headphones were blaring in her ear, some sort of heavy-metal. Sighing, Patrick took out the ear phones from her ears and placed them on her bed-side table. Sophie smiled in her sleep.
Walking into the bathroom, Patrick noticed something odd. The bathtub was full of steaming hot water, hot white clouds rose into the air from the water and evaporated as it collided with the spotted roof.
Patrick walked over to the bath and stuck his arm in the water to empty the bath.
Realizing that the bath was blistering hot, Patrick yelped in pain and quickly pulled the plug. Swearing, Patrick waddled over to the basin and began washing his teeth. Patrick walked to the door. He turned the handle. He stopped. He concentrated on his hearing, and then realized that the bath hadn't emptied.
"Are you kidding me?" He said. Patrick lent over the bath, and as quick as the flick of a light-switch, the bath began boiling uncontrollably. Steam billowed out of the bath like a hot-mud pool, searing the side of Patrick's face. Patrick screamed in pain and backed away clumsily. The bath continued to bubble, splashing flaming hot tears of water over the bathroom tiles. Suddenly, a powerful, boisterous scream echoed throughout the bathroom. Patrick grasped at his ears and yelled out. The scream continued to get louder and it seemed to come from every direction. Patrick smashed the back of his head against the basin and collapsed to the floor convulsing in agony. His head was throbbing. Then the screaming stopped.
Patrick lay on the floor for a couple of minutes in shock. Then, waddling, he made his way outside the room.
Sophie was standing by her bedroom door staring at him, "Are you alright Dad? You look a bit pale", she asked, looking concerned.
"...I don't know". He said, "It's alright, go back to bed".
Feeling a little uneasy, Sophie waited for a couple of seconds, before slowly walking back into her bedroom.
Sophie had been lying awake for about 2 hours. She could not sleep. She was anxious about her father; she had definitely heard him scream. Sophie pulled her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself up. She sat on the bed for a minute, her heart beating her ribcage to a pulp, and then she stood up and began tiptoeing to the door. She poked her head through the open door and saw that everything was ordinary. Her father was fast asleep in his bed, along with his mother. Sophie heaved a sigh of relief and relaxed her shoulders; she walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
After walking in the door, the first thing she noticed was the bathtub, which was full of hot water. She placed her hand in the water sheepishly. The temperature was just right. Considering that Sophie couldn't sleep, she decided to take a bath. Sophie unclothed and slipped into the warm water. The warm water seemed to sink into her skin and relax each individual muscle and provide warmth and energy to every single body cell. Sophie simmered down, and put her feet up on the inner-rim of the bath. Her mouth began slipping under the surface of the water. Sophie pushed against the sides of the bath to pull herself back up. But she couldn't. Her arms refused to move. She tried to scream for help. Nothing came out from her mouth except the bubbles of her last breath, escaping from her lungs like a refugee making a getaway from his prison. Trying one last time, Sophie raised her arm, but to her distress, nothing happened. Sophie was panicking now, her lungs were balloons being filled to the max, they felt like they were going to explode. Suddenly, a girl melted out the wall. She fell into the bathtub, her blonde hair covering her bloodshot eyes. Blood dripped from a cut in her face and evanesced in the bathwater, which had turned absolutely ice cold. Sophie stared wide-eyed into the girls face, but the expression on the face wasn't evil, it was a look of terror. The girl looked back at Sophie, her eyes pleaded for help. Sophie desperately wanted to hug this girl, tell her everything would be all right, but she couldn't move. Then, with her lungs completely out of air, she laid still, her eyes staring blankly into space.
The blonde girl began crying, but no noise came out, except a shrill bubbling as the bath began to boil again, dissolving Sophie's body. No traces, no evidence.