Make It Stop (Haunted)

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When I came out of the cab, the wind started blowing and the squeaking sound of it really made it look like something from a horror story. The building looks like a simple hotel with big windows and red velvet carpet leading to front door. The building is vintage looking and I could see that this is one of the older hotels they have. Jonas Carlisle was waiting for me at the entrance and the cab driver came with me carrying the luggage.

“Good morning, Miss Stevens.” he said with a smile on his face. He was very happy for me to come. Couldn’t wait for me to make it stop.

Jonas Carlisle is tall, good looking (not that good looking… average.) adult, around 30 I think. Even though his name sounds more Spanish, he talks with a British accent. He always smiles widely, showing his perfect teeth, but it looked so fake to me.

Not letting me to pay the taxi driver, he showed me the way in.

I didn’t like the entrance. The reception was in the middle, with an old boring man reading a paper. I could see that many rooms are empty, by the keys hanging behind the receptionist.

There’s sitting area on both sides, and stairs on the left side. There was door on the right that says :WORKERS ONLY. Probably leading to basement.

The room was full with hundred shades of brown, a little too vintage like for me.

“Where’s your father?” I asked.

“He is in his office. A little busy right now. But he practically lives in this hotel, never leaves it. You will have time to talk with him later. Let me show you your room.”

My room had the combination of dark brown and white. 2 chairs and little round table by the window, with 2 white roses in the vase and a telephone, door for the bathroom and one glass door to a small balcony.

Evan appeared on the balcony watching the view to the city.

“Thanks. I wish to speak with your father later.”

“Sure. I will inform you when he will be available.”

When Mr. Carlisle went out, Evan appeared inside the room.

“A little risky to have white furniture if you have souls that kill, isn’t it?” Evan started.

“I don’t feel any other soul here except you… I will first talk with Johnny Carlisle and then maybe go for a look around the halls.” I said.

“You still have time to say no and leave, you know?” Evan said.

“Um… no I don’t. And I don’t want to. I’m like one of those ghost whisperers in movies and TV shows. I like that.”

“But Martha, you don’t know what are you dealing with.”

“Well let me find out, and stop being annoying, okay? I’m going to take a shower.”

“Look, I just want you to know, that The Other Side isn’t simple like that. The force is bigger and the power of the souls that want to find peace after they take revenge, is huge. How do you think they can throw things around, or mentally damage a human? Their wilth for revenge is so strong that they turn evil. I’m not just worried about the souls but also about the people you are surrounded with.”

And at one part he was right. Souls are always angry for a reason. That’s why I never saw a bad soul. They go directly to hell.

So I have to concentrate on the souls and the people working here.

What did I put myself into? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Mom always told me that this can’t get me anything good. We didn’t know anything about my gift. I never wanted to know much.

I was always known as the weirdo that talks with herself.The rumors about me faded when I left high school.

After I took a shower I was brushing my hair and in a second I felt it. A soul is here. I turn around and all I see is the writing on the shower glass. ‘GO AWAY’ in the steam and no soul to be felt anymore.