Sleepover Disaster

The hotel was nothing like Alyson had said, but the exact opposite. It was filled with silence, not one person could be seen - not even the hotel manager or any of the workers, there were many cobwebs, and black and white old looking photos hanging on the walls. They seemed quite quaint. I didn't understand how such an old looking hotel could be so popular. Something strange was going on. My mom set her purse on the check-in counter and observed the quaint framed photos. Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man with dark black hair appeared. He looked almost exactly like the man in one of the old black and white photos. His face was pale white and his squinty little eyes were a mysterious dark brown. The man reached over and put his hand on my dad's shoulder. My dad yelped and then turned around. “Uhh, are you the hotel manager,” he asked while stuttering a little.

“Uh, well yes! Oh yes, I'm the hotel manager,” the man answered.

“Hi, I'm Mr. Blake. And what might your name be,” dad asked.

The manager started to look around as if he couldn't remember his name. After a while, he answered, “Uh, I'm Mr. Blacktrash.”

“Well, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Black …… trash. Can you please give us a room to stay the night at?” They both walked over to the check-in counter. Now I really suspected that something was fishy, especially about that Mr. Blacktrash. I didn't think that it was his real name. I figured that he had just made it up. I knew that because he was staring to his right, and just to his right was a black trashcan. So, that's where he got Mr. Blacktrash from. That so called “Mr. Blacktrash” was a clever one. Plus, how could that even be considered a real name. I wondered if mom, dad, and Alyson thought that something was weird about him. Though we were lucky that we were just staying for one night. Still, I had to watch out for him and find out his secret before we left.