Hadet Spells Death (A Honor Society Scream Story) Chapter 4
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“Old lady, she wouldn’t help. Told me to get the out of here,” Andrew told the group when the caught up. He was still staring at the door, and had a funny feeling that someone was watching him.
“I agree, let’s leave. Now,” Alex turned around and started walking towards the cornfield. He still held the doll in his hands, practicably wringing it’s neck off, his grip being so tight.
“I’m not going back in there,” Jay murmured.
“It’s too late to leave. We’ll get lost in the cornfield, let’s find a hotel and crash there,” Michael suggested, glancing at the night sky. Andrew nodded. No matter how much the old lady encouraged him to leave, he liked this town, it was full of adventure, he could feel it in the air.
The men started walking around, looking for the typical, taller building that was marked as a hotel. None of the buildings were over two floors tall. Finally, they found a sign for Hadet Inn, and walked in.
It was a ruckus inside. Men sloshed beer in glasses. Women in low-top cut dresses, reaching just above their ankles at the bottom, walked around pouring more beer into cups, and drinking enough themselves. Everyone was having a jolly good time. At first, no one noticed them. Then, one by one, people turned and stared. Nudged to attention by their friends.
“Those are some odd clothes you got there mate,” a particularly courageous drunkard yelled out.
“Back at you,” Michael laughed, expecting the room to laugh too. They didn’t, and only fell quieter.
Beer stopped sloshing in cups, and bartenders stopped walking around and pouring more beer.
Something tickled the back of Michael’s throat. He coughed. The room jumped back. Michael didn’t notice, and walked up to the bar. People parted like Mosses and the Red Sea.
“Hey,” he called to a female bartender. She came over wearily “Our buss broke down on the road out there. We’re looking for a place to crash, do you have a room?”
“We don’t serve the sick,” She snapped, and walked away.
“I’m not sick.” She didn’t listen.
Michael walked back to his friends, who were standing in the doorway, staring. Alex was stroking his doll’s hair again. Jay’s eyes were shooting around the room, as if he recognized the whispers coming from them. Andrew shivered as one passed him on their way out the door.
“Let’s go. There’s got to be another place where we can sleep,” Michael said, leaving.
Michael was the first outside. His friends seemed to be glued to the spot, not able to leave the building. The atmosphere inside returned to normal. People yelled and laughed, and drank more beer.
“Excuse me, sir,” a thin young lady stopped him in his path. She wore a long dress with short sleeves. The dress fit beautiful figure, but didn’t flaunt. “I couldn’t help but overhear you talking in there, and I know you need a place to sleep tonight. My mother runs the infirmary, and we have some spare beds.”
“That would be great,” Michael took a small step closer to her.
“I’m sorry, but I have been matched already,” she took a step back.
“Arranged marriage?” He asked, trying to sound polite.
“Yes, in a few months.”
“You can’t be more then sixteen!” He exclaimed.
“I’m older then I look,” she murmured so low that Michael couldn’t hear, despite the fact that he was inching closer. “I’m Lola,” the young lady said, reaching up to fix the bonnet that covered her simple blond hair with a slight curl. Lola turned around and started walking towards an open doorway. Michael followed. His band members were just walking over from the tavern, and followed the two of them.
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To All The People Who Think This Is Sick
On May 2nd, 1998, Hideto Matsumoto (hide) passed away… News of his death was crushing and unbearable.