Sunlight filtered through the dirty windows in my small hotel room, waking me from my fitful slumber. Stretching and letting out a yawn, I glance at my pocket watch that I have placed on my nightstand. I gasp, realizing that it is almost 8:00.
"Oh god! The streets are probably crowded by now!" I had hoped to get out earlier than this to avoid any traffic to and from the fair. Sighing, I threw on my day clothes and stumbled down the hall, almost running into Mr. Holmes in the process.
"Sorry Henry, I must get going!" I say, heading towards the stairs.
"It's fine, these halls are rather small anyways." He flashes me a smile, and briskly walks off, a red, misshapen bundle in his arms. 'My, Henry is so charming.' I shake my head as I step out onto the busy street. 'I must focus on the task at hand.'
[A/N]
Hey guys, I actually kinda forgot about this story, so consolation chapter for christmas! These updates will be extremely infrequent unless I get some feedback from others. I WILL still update, just not a lot.
~Spinner
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The Hotel in 1893 -
Historical FictionIt is the 1893 worlds fair, beautiful lights, amazing feats, and a serial killer. Read to find out more. ;)
