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I'm entering a writing competition, and the introduction has already been typed out for us:
Scott and Charlene were young and in love. Like many people their age, they were too young to get married. However, as a reward for not failing their exams and ruining their future, Scott's parents had given Scott a fantastic gift, a weekend trip to the fabulous Habbo Hotel! Charlene's father had given her a can of MACE, just in case. Scott's mother gave her second favourite son a crucifix, while Charlene's mother had given her a power drill, with over a hundred different drill bits!
The trip to the Hotel was uneventful, and they arrived in the early evening. The sky was a dying electric blue, and the clouds lazed their way across the sky like really slow hovering white elephants. At the reception the concierge took their luggage and signed them in. The concierge looked weird, his teeth were the colour of beetroot, and his eyes bulged out of their sockets. He never blinked. He never looked away from the couple. His eyes stayed on them all the time, even when he turned around to find the room key.
"You will be in room 206." He said, his voice was a low whisper. The concierge leaned over the counter towards Scott, "It's a good room," He hissed, "A very good room." His voice sounded like the sick slurping sound one makes when they suck up slushed iced.
Scott moved away, the mans voice chilled him to his core, but also, he realised as he and Charlene made their way to their room, despite the concierge proximity, he didn't feel his breath upon his face.
In their room, the two of them threw their luggage onto the floor and jumped onto the bed. They lay back on the bed, and gazed up at the ceiling. Night was drawing in fast, and they were both tired... so tired in fact, they drifted aimlessly off to sleep. Scott dreamed of leading a revolution in an unnamed Libyan town.
Creeee Creeeee Creeeeee...
Scott slowly woke to the sound coming from above. What was that noise? It sounded like claws being run over sheet metal, or the sound your grandmother makes after three brandy's at christmas. Scott's grandmother sure could knock 'em back!
Creeeeee Creeeeeeee Creeeeeeee - the noise was louder now, nearer also.
Scott turned over to wake Charlene, to share this strange sound and rising delirium, but she wasn't there, she was gone... The bed was as empty as his bank account. Damn you, Madoff!
Scott sat up on the bed, as the sound got louder and louder, nearer and nearer...
"Balls." Said Scott, "I knew we should have gone to Tripoli.
"Greetings..." A voice in the darkness echoed, seemingly coming from all the corners of the room at once. "I am ChronoZomfg..."
The conclusion has to be less than 300 words long, and I would like to add some humor like the Madoff part and the Tripoli thingy. I need suggestions for the plot after this as well, and funny bits. Suggestions?
Scott and Charlene were young and in love. Like many people their age, they were too young to get married. However, as a reward for not failing their exams and ruining their future, Scott's parents had given Scott a fantastic gift, a weekend trip to the fabulous Habbo Hotel! Charlene's father had given her a can of MACE, just in case. Scott's mother gave her second favourite son a crucifix, while Charlene's mother had given her a power drill, with over a hundred different drill bits!
The trip to the Hotel was uneventful, and they arrived in the early evening. The sky was a dying electric blue, and the clouds lazed their way across the sky like really slow hovering white elephants. At the reception the concierge took their luggage and signed them in. The concierge looked weird, his teeth were the colour of beetroot, and his eyes bulged out of their sockets. He never blinked. He never looked away from the couple. His eyes stayed on them all the time, even when he turned around to find the room key.
"You will be in room 206." He said, his voice was a low whisper. The concierge leaned over the counter towards Scott, "It's a good room," He hissed, "A very good room." His voice sounded like the sick slurping sound one makes when they suck up slushed iced.
Scott moved away, the mans voice chilled him to his core, but also, he realised as he and Charlene made their way to their room, despite the concierge proximity, he didn't feel his breath upon his face.
In their room, the two of them threw their luggage onto the floor and jumped onto the bed. They lay back on the bed, and gazed up at the ceiling. Night was drawing in fast, and they were both tired... so tired in fact, they drifted aimlessly off to sleep. Scott dreamed of leading a revolution in an unnamed Libyan town.
Creeee Creeeee Creeeeee...
Scott slowly woke to the sound coming from above. What was that noise? It sounded like claws being run over sheet metal, or the sound your grandmother makes after three brandy's at christmas. Scott's grandmother sure could knock 'em back!
Creeeeee Creeeeeeee Creeeeeeee - the noise was louder now, nearer also.
Scott turned over to wake Charlene, to share this strange sound and rising delirium, but she wasn't there, she was gone... The bed was as empty as his bank account. Damn you, Madoff!
Scott sat up on the bed, as the sound got louder and louder, nearer and nearer...
"Balls." Said Scott, "I knew we should have gone to Tripoli.
"Greetings..." A voice in the darkness echoed, seemingly coming from all the corners of the room at once. "I am ChronoZomfg..."
The conclusion has to be less than 300 words long, and I would like to add some humor like the Madoff part and the Tripoli thingy. I need suggestions for the plot after this as well, and funny bits. Suggestions?