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her?’
    Still
in his hushed voice, the man behind the desk instructs us. ‘Take the lift to
the sixth floor. When you get out, enter the stairwell by the door on your
right and it’s one floor up. You’re on your own from there.’
    Troy
and I look at each other and share a giggle, this man is clearly batshit crazy.
    ‘So
that was weird,’ I say to break the silence once we’re in the lift.
    ‘Tell
me about it, these town folk are clearly bored out of their minds and making
stuff up – unlike me, who told you she was in room 666,’ he says smugly.
    I
don’t know about bored, but now that I think about it this place is pretty
creepy. From the outside the Williamson Hotel looks a bit like an old block of
flats. It’s tall, run down and definitely spooky looking. Inside things are by
no means modern, but it is the only hotel in this equally creepy town and it’s
big enough to accommodate everyone from the gig – oh, and obviously because it
has a bar no one is complaining.
    After
getting out of the lift and climbing the stairs to the top floor, I can’t help
but feel a little spooked as we leave the art deco lampshades of the previous
floors behind us and walk along the dimly lit top floor, with its emergency
lighting flickering intermittently. The lights, which run along the floor
giving us both creepy looking shadows up our faces, are buzzing loudly, and as
we approach room 666 the nearest light to us shuts off, leaving us in the dark.
    I
struggle to hide the fact I am spooked, but Troy is ever the manly-man and he
knocks on the door. We wait in total silence for a few minutes but there is no
answer. He looks at me for instructions, but I feel like I’m glued to the spot.
We may have been mocking the man behind the desk before, but now that we’re up
here I am terrified.
    Troy
knocks again, only much louder this time. We wait, but still no one opens the
door to room 666.
    ‘Let’s
go,’ I beg, hooking my arm around Troy’s. ‘She’s not here.’
    ‘Yes
I am,’ a creepy female voice whispers quietly behind us.
    Troy
and I both jump out of our skin.
    ‘Fucking
hell,’ Troy yells, and I realise we are holding each other Shaggy and Scooby
Doo style.
    Standing
before us is a gothic-looking girl who makes the first goth we met look like a
Barbie doll.
    ‘Misty?’
I ask, my voice shaking a little.
    ‘Yes,’
she replies.
    ‘Oh,
thank God it’s you,’ I say with a huge sigh of relief. ‘We’ve been looking for
you.’
    ‘I
was only in my room,’ she says, looking at our weird embrace with a puzzled
look on her face.
    ‘How
did you get out without opening the door?’ a pale looking Troy asks – at least
I think he’s gone pale, it’s hard to tell in this light.
    ‘Through
the door, Einstein. How do you think?’
    We
both glance at room 666. How could she get through the door and stand behind us
if we were standing in the doorway this whole time?
    ‘Not
that one,’ she says noticing us staring at room 666. ‘That one. Room 668.’
    I
give Troy a playful punch on the arm.
    ‘You
tool,’ I tease him, suddenly feeling a lot less scared.
    ‘What?’
He giggles awkwardly. ‘It looked like a six, not an eight.’
    As
we tease each other and bicker like an old married couple, Misty interrupts us
with a question.
    ‘Why
exactly are you looking for me?’
    ‘Well,
I’m actually looking for Dylan King,’ I explain. ‘A friend of yours told me he
came back here with you, and Troy saw you both come up here.’
    ‘Yeah,
he came up here. We screwed and then he said he had to go see a man about a
dog.’
    ‘Ok,
thanks for your time,’ I tell her, and she disappears back into room 668.
    Once
were back in the safety of the lift, Troy and I laugh at each other.
    ‘Well,
thank you for all you help,’ I say sarcastically, although I’m glad I had him
to go up there with.
    ‘You’re
welcome,’ he replies. ‘So, where are we looking next?’
    ‘Oh,
don’t worry, you can get back to the party.