Lizbeth Elizalde's Story

Miara walked back to sent down in her original seat by Trent, She looked at him, "Some Couple we're having trouble paying so I helped them out" Miara said calmly and quietly pointing to a boy and a girl looking happy as ever.

It was quite in the lobby. There were only a few people and they were all busy doing their own things. I looked at the key in my hand. Room 237. Oh god... this is so... shining! I have read the book when I was younger and I loved it. The waiter came back with some tap water and I nipped at it, still thinking about what to do and why, in the first place I would be staying here.
Well... My apartment is a mess and to be honest, I have nothing else to do at the moment than just... look at the people here and analyse them. They are so weird... but I can't just put my finger on it...

But even looking at people gets quite boring when all they ever do is just sit around and talk. A guy leaves his seat and walks out of the door. My glass is half empty and I take out my phone to check for new messages. Wow, I must be missed... I haven't seen or hear anybody for the last 72 hrs. I open up my Chrome app and scroll for the latest news but nothing interesting comes up so I decide to just get back to yawning and looking at people. The only reason I'm here is because there is just nothing else out there. The necklace was a good incentive but the longer I sit in this hotel, the more it reminds me of travelling and seeing the world and just maybe that is what I have to do. Speaking of travelling and roaming around, I decide to check out the rest of the hotel. I wind up through its halls and find nice gym with brand new machines and a laundry room where a freaked out asian lady was surprised by my visit. After my small and uneventful tour I tried the big stained glass doors. The reflection of water was playing with the colors of the glass and the moonlight shone right into the marvelous pool. There was something at the bottom. Something big. Probably someone trying to test his endurance. I walked around a bit and looked behind the not so classy tiki bar in the corner if there was some booze laying around. Not much luck on that one. The guy in the pool was staying under for quite some time now. Guess he never smoked a cigarette in his life. This was way too long... Alarmed I pulled off my trousers and shirt and dove into the water. He was not moving at all, his brown half long hair swaying with the movement of the water as I swam closer. I pulled him up by his arm. He was so light but it could have been the water. I pulled the man onto the side and tried to wake him. There was no answer. He felt cold and his face was white and so were his lips. I was panicking now and tried to get a pulse from his neck. Because I was shaking so much I tried his wrists next. Nothing. It began to dawn that this person, this guy, may actually be dead. I rose to my feet and started backing away and as I opened my mouth in sheer terror, the only thing I could do was scream... scream my smokey lungs out of my body! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Miara heard a scream and her eyes widened she raced out of Trents room and went towards the sound which was from the pool, once she reached the pool she saw the same girl from the bar screaming her lungs out she smelt death, she yanked on the girls arm pulling her out and diving into the pull grabbing the males collar shirt and pulling him out this man was dead, but where was the blood? Did he drown? Was he murdered? Suicide?! Miara dragged the body back up from out of the pool and shakes her hair, her clothes were now officially wet, "Keep your god damn voice down! The last thing we need is the person who did this to slit our fucking throats! Now do you want that?" Miara said kinda pissed and but yet calm at the same time, she looked at her heart locket and it was the only thing dry, it was made out of real gold, the diamond sparkled and it was almost worth billions of dollars because it was all real, she sighed in relief and looked at the man in front of her.