Mike groans as he swings the door open. He finds himself in an unfamiliar room with olive green walls, a glass window to his left, a wooden door on his right and an unmade bed in front of him.
To say Mike was confused would be an understatement.
He noticed the bathroom lights were turned on beside the queen sized bed. He curiously made his way to the bathroom. When he was close enough, he heard panicked sobs coming from inside the bathroom.
He pressed his ear against the door to hear better.
"Oh God please don't let this demon take my soul." a familiar voice begged, "I promise I'll stop binge watching Netflix at three am. I'll even start studying everyday, even though it's summer. But please, please, please, don't let this spirit or murderer kill me."
Mike smirked, he knew excatly who was on the other side.
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The Worst Roadtrip Ever
Teen Fictionreuploading for the memories<3 - "Why the hell are you hiding behind my suitcases?" "Uh Oh." "Uh Oh it is." - 2017-2018
