My dad's always been an over protective father and never liked the men I dated. He liked that I got fat , felt by me being fat keep me safe from dating , that men wouldn't want me. Oh how wrong he was! Why I don't get that our new home is going to be a hotel. Which we will be living with the owner's grandson and his four best friends. What was more strange was, I will be the only women among them.

The thing I really wanted to know why my dad wants us to live their and have me live with five men,was he up to something? Maybe he finally just wanted to marry me off and the grandson is who he giving me to. When I brought it up, while we packing up what few things we had , since we move around a lot. He told me was he couldn't keep running, trying to keep me human was an evil that was festering and carnage will take over.

Which made me think he was talking crazy, since I had no idea what to make of it. Yet strange things tend to happen around me when I get annoyed and glare at the person, it always ends up bad for them. He didn't like when I glared at him the same way , when ever he would just piss me off the the point I wanted to harm anyone close by me. It scared him. Always made me wonder if I was like Damion from The Omen.

At least now I know why , my dad felt the need for us to move every ten years on the day Jim Morrison died, that yeah it was beyond freaky he was the dead ringer for that cool rock star, didn't help that he even sounds like him and he seems to never age. That he doesn't look sixty seven, he looks thirty which is my age. My dad was using Jim's death as an excuse for why we have move around every ten years now I know, its something to do with me and a town I never heard of , let alone some hotel nicked named murder hotel.

It took me four hours of driving from Las Vegas , Nevada to find this small California town. I was tired and hungry I just wanted to call it night, but didn't know what room would become my new home. Since I had a hard time getting threw the huge gate, that when I was about to get out and look for the call box, the gates open on their own. I thought my passenger next to me had something to do with that , but he was to busy drooling over my huge breasts. He is such a short annoying shit. I wish I hadn't picked him, but he knew the way to the hotel.

“What size are they, Red, their so big and look so nice and soft” He said trying to touch them.

I slammed on my breaks , making him hit his head on the dash.Smiled looking like the spawn of the devil, just loving he was in pain.

“What the hell Red” He yelled at me.

“My name is Mary not red, and I don't like when creepy garden gnomes try to touch my tits.”
I yelled as I turned off the engine of my Black 1960's Pontiac GTO, which I had since I was seventeen, a gift from my father. He just knew I would love it. I noticed that U haul, my dad drove with all our stuff packed in it, was parked next to what looked like it was once a beautiful rose garden, but now looked like decay , just ugly branches that once where roses.

I parked next to the U haul and just looked at the hotel for a long time, the short guy touch my breasts and I screamed so loud it sounded like I was being murdered and I clawed his face. Not caring if I drew blood. How dare he touch them. If he was more my type, tall, tattooed and sinfully handsome, then I wouldn't mind, but that little shit was so annoying and not that good looking.

The short guy bolted out the car, wanting to get far away from me. I grabbed my purse and headed to the hotel's main doors. The hole place gave me the creeps, it looked like an old insane asylum that evil made it's home. it had this strange deep purple color of decay, which I wasn't sure what to make of, since purple is not a color that makes you think of death and this what the hotel looked like Death.

“Dad where are you” I yelled, looking for him.

When I was walking up the grand staircase, that had all sorts of twist and turns, making me thing of a sidewinder snake. I ended up on the second floor and their was gate that blocked my way , I tried to get it open but it was locked. I looked through the gate to see if could see any doors and noticed just one door feet away from the gate that blocked the way , the door it self had 6661 as the number and letter V that looked like a switchblade open in a shape of that letter. There was just something about that door and who ever lived their,I had strong contention to it , as if we were the same blood line, like twins. I walked away not caring about the other doors ,but couldn't stop thinking about that door and wonder if my dad knew something about that.

I was glad the staircase had winding part that lead up to another floor, and just like the second floor it too had gate blocking me , having the same sign on the gate. The door had a pair of hand cuffs on it. I tried the next floor same thing. It was annoying me, each floor was like that but when i got to the 7th floor, the hole floor had this strong almost sinister aura and such sadness. That who ever lived their, seemed heartbroken , like they where mourning their soul-mate that was taken from them. I kept looking at the door, that had a skull with top hat on the door and it had the number 7 on it. I wanted to get the gate open and kick the door down, grab who ever it was in so much pain and be, Pudding its okay, I came back , your soul-mate has returned .

The pull so so strong on that floor, it was as maybe I was who ever lived behind that doors soul mate and I do believe in soul-mates I haven't found my yet but know he will be named Brian since have a thing for guys named Brian and felt it had be what my soul-mate name is. It was so hard to walk away from that floor. I keep felling this weird heartbreaking pain in my own heart as I walked down the winding stair case, the father I got the more the pain hurt. Damn this weird ass hotel and its strange vibes, that one minute its all sinister and the next its all heartbreak and sadness.

I went back down wondering why only the first floor was the only one not gated off. maybe those floors are where the grandson and his friends call home and they don't want any one on their floors.

I felt bad I just gave up trying to look for my dad since their much more places i could look, I just wanted a drink and went to the bar I found on the ground floor when I first walked in. Dad will find me at some point, well I hope he dose.

The hole time I was looking for my dad, I just couldn't shake the felling some one was watching me and keep smelling cigar smoke, Absinthe and old spice. It was just something about that scent, that was driving me wild . It was fate was trying to tell me your soul mate is here you must find him by his scent.

I headed behind the bar and noticed how all the bottle of booze had cobwebs and dust on them as well, expect one, the bottle was a bright emerald green, that had skull engraved on the bottle that called to me. I grabbed it open it and started to drink from the bottle it was really strong and tasted like Absinthe, a drink that tasted sweet but would be so strong, always has a high alcohol content that you would start see things that weren't their.

That it got you more drunker then any booze. I liked the drink and most the things I would when I get drunk off the stuff , it didn't make me see strange things like I was having a bad acid trip, it just got me drunk faster and I would most of the time just pass out from it, if I drank the hole bottle. This one just tasted much different then the ones I buy at the liquor store. It just seemed like it was the original formula that got banned in the thirty's, when too many people when crazy from drinking it, and they ended locked in a asylum because of it. But the bottle looked new.

“ Who are you. No one is allowed here at all, unless the owner approves it and he didn't say anything about a new girl being here. Don't touch that , that's the owners private stash, you wont like him when he is angry. When he is angry his good looks turn evil” I head a voice of lady that sounded like an old valley girl pushing 80. I turned around dropping the bottle of booze hearing it break on the bar floor.

She was old and looked just like me, an old skinny, small chested version of me, she had long white hair shoulder length hair , she was dressed in the outfit that was to young for her, leopard print jump suit is not something an old lady should ware. I keep looking at her and she just stood trying to figure me out.

“Michelle , how can it be , you got so fat, you look so pretty as a redhead. Holy shit your boobs are huge” she said.

I ran my hands threw my long dark red hair , that looked like blood, that I paid a lot of money to get that shade of red, that I didn't like being a natural brunette .I didn't know what to say it was just so strange how she looked so much like , almost like she was my long lost twin, but was really old, looked much older then my dad. She keep starting at me and it was annoying and why she call me by my middle name,she wouldn't stop staring at me .

I just keep glaring at her, wishing she go away and leave me alone. She started to shake as if something had her scared, then I realized it was me she was sacred of I saw it in her eyes the look of pure terror and she couldn't run away fast enough from me and ran to where she wanted to hide from me.

I turned to look for another one of those green bottles with the skull on them couldn't find one and gave up hope in finding one. I heard a loud crash and what sounded like a window break. I ran out side, saw her body in pool of blood , on the cold dark ground. She looked dead and their was so much blood. I just keep looking at her , looking at her dead body and all that blood.

I felt so sick and chills went all threw me, I couldn't shake the feeling she did because of that look I gave her. When I'm annoyed my evil glare comes out and it scares people but never to the point they kill them self.

"Shit, the devil spawn did it again" I said, hoping to god that was not true, just the thought that i may be like that cute devil child from The Omen. Freaked me out.

It has to be this hotel not me. I don't want be that devil child from The Omen. I just don't want to be him. I heard laughter of man and smelled that cigar, Absinthe and old spice smell.

Then I saw my dad get out the U haul and closed the door. He was yawing.

“ Pumpkin what did you do” he said, was he sleeping in the U haul the hole time, while I was on wild goose chase looking for him in our new home.

Feeling that some one was watching me the hole time and keep smelling that scent which was so strong behind me at this very moment, It chilled me to the bone. The smell it was behind me I was afraid to turn to look to see who it was. I didn't know what to do or to say to my dad as I keep looking at that now dead lady that looked just like me.

I know I was freaking out inside that lady killed her self , wasn't sure if she did kill her self, or some threw out the window, but I just had the feeling I was the hole reason she was now dead. I looked at my dad he was not freaking out at all, over the dead body. Why was he not freaking out like I was, sure it was on the inside but I was freaking out. Why was my dad was all calm , acting like he use to people around me dying that it just seem so wrong.

Notes

I suck at editing so let me know what i missed grammar wise and misspellings! I will update soon, i'm still writing the story!