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"William! William!! Are you packed up yet?!", this was the sound of my mother calling to my little brother - she is always loud no matter who was in the house.

Though, I was already packed up, I yelled at my mother so that she wouldn't start yelling at me and start asking the same thing. "Mom I'm done packing!", I yelled, just loud enough so she could hear.

We were kind of in a hurry so I helped my brother pack his stuff. As I walked downstairs, I caught a glimpse of something on the ground. It read "Colten Graham". I looked at it and it was my dad's passport. He must've dropped it. I went to the car where he was waiting, and gave it to him. Smiling he said, "Wow how could I have dropped it?! It would've troublesome if it went missing, thanks son".

Everyone was ready, we put our luggage in the trunk. Mind you, it was a cheap car. We usually don't have much money but we thrive. So my dad decided we should go on a vacation. I just couldn't wait.

1 hour l̷̩̍a̸͇̔t̸̗̓ȩ̶̈ŗ̶́...

It was my first time in an airplane!! It felt weird at first when we started lifting off but it was fine after awhile. The best part of it was looking down. Though it looked kind of blurry, it didn't stop me from enjoying the view from the height I was in.

I didn't really know ẃ̷͍͠h̸̦́e̸̦͎̒r̴̨̃͜ë̸̺͉́ I was going.

It doesn't matter, its still a vacation.

There wasn't much to do but sit around and look around. I started getting tired. The inactivity made be slumberous.

I fell asleep...

When I opened my eyes, I was looking at a ceiling. It was weird because I thought I was in an airplane. As I moved about, It felt like a mattress, it was a feeling of a bed.

"Where am-", I was interrupted by a burst of movement. It... It was coming from the bed.

OUT OF NOWHERE a hand struck out from beneath the mattress like it was trying to get out. The hands looked like it was decaying just like a zombie. The flesh was tearing off with blood rushing down. The way it moved, every movement was a twitch.

I lay there unable to move from the horror, the monstrosity that lay before me. Before I knew it, a body of a w̴̫̳̓͑̊̀͊͝͝ǫ̷̩̖͙̮̝̪̏̅̀m̶̡̢̮̼͎͖͗̉́̂͊͘ͅa̶͓͖̟̰̜͔̫̱͘n̶̙͐ rushed out of the bed and charged right at me-

But right then, I woke up. I was here. I was here in the seat right beside by mother.

It was just a _̵̨̝̘̝͊̇̓̆̅ḍ̴͖̞̱̳̔̊́͌͊̉͌͛ŕ̵̹̪̉̕͘͠ę̶̛̲̬̻̪͎̩̀͒̔͗̄̅a̴͈͍̤̖͕͛͐͠͝ṁ̸̟̮̻̾̉͑̂̚͠_̵̣̘͖̪̖̓.

I couldn't speak, I was traumatized.

Rest of the flight, it was all I could think about. I couldn't shake it out of my head. We finally arrived what seemed like forever. We rented a car and drove to a nearby and of coarse cheap hotel where we could stay for the night.

We pushed forward what looked like a broken down door. It was squeaky and cranky fit for what a cheap hotel it was. My mother ordered me to grab William's hand as we walked over to the front desk. My father faced my mother, "what should be do Anna?". Mother replied with a joke, "How about we order two rooms, one for us and one for the boys as we should start treating them like men".

My dad thought it was actually a good idea and ordered two separate rooms. The walls seemed really thin because we could hear a lot of things coming from the rooms, every room also seemed full.

Our parents went to their room while we went to ours. There was a slight problem. Our room had the most nastiest, most horrific, disgusting odor. I couldn't stand one second in that room and went straight to my parents to tell them about it. my father came to check and confirmed the smell. He called the front desk to speak to the manager. If it were my mom, my brother and I would joke about our mom being a karen.

As time passed, a man in a black suit came in response to the call and also confirmed the smell coming from the room.

He assured us a maid would come and clean up the mess and everything would be f̶̨͚̗͍͙͍͖̣̤͕͔̦̮͇̩̑̈́͑̉́̔̉̀́̿͋͆͗̌͘͜͝͝͝i̴̩̲̱̟̺̰̦͍͂͒̆̒̃̊̔̍͋̀̉̏̔̂͠͠ͅn̸̡̧͚̠̳̖̗̟̰͉̪̫͈̩̳͝e̶̢͎̼̠̳̰̱̦̠̗̭̣͍͖̰̓̽̈́_̶̟̤͕̝͇̪͕͙͎̭͈͖̜̊́̕͘͝ͅͅ_̶̡̡̦̦̺̳̩̘͚̱̠̺̖̥͂̋.

My family and I had lunch. Though the food wasn't the best it was alright and edible.

Being stuffed with food before bed was always the best because it feels cozy under the sheet of blanket. When we were done, my father and I went back in the rooms to check while mom and my brother stayed.

I hadn't realized it but, we had to go through this long corridor and at the end of it had a large mirror. Mirrors always reminded me of ghosts and bad luck. Some people believed mirrors to be a gateway where spirits and supernatural beings can come and go. So seeing that one large mirror made me uneasy about this place.

We walked but in silence. I heard every step of the way echoing through the hallway. It was sort of eerie in a way because the rooms were usually noisy.

"They probably went to sleep", I thought to myself.

It took awhile. There it was, the room I was going to sleep in. As soon as my dad opened the door, the odor swiped out the room giving out that same smell, but this time it was worse. My father now had another reason to complain and called out to the manager.

The manager said, "There really is nothing I can do for you sir, and I can't give you another room because its all occupied."

At the end of the day, we had to sleep with the smell emanating somewhere in this room.

My brother came in the room bothered by the smell.

"It looks like we have to sleep with the small little bro", I said to my brother.

Feeling really tired, we quickly got in bed.

I closed my eyes. I opened them soon after a ray if light hit my eyes.

It was morning...

I was happy enough I didn't get any nightmares and it was especially hard falling asleep with that smell, but I managed. I woke up from bed and thought about the m̶̱̒a̶͙͋i̸̗̍d̶̥͋.

Why didn't she clean the smell up?

The smell still lingered. My dad came in now agitated about the smell. He had enough of it and ordered my brother to go to the other room while we searched for the source of the smell.

We pulled down curtains, we threw and smelled every towel, and eventually we got about taking out the mattress. The source was near. I could tell because the smell was always stronger near the bed. I hadn't realized it until now.

My dad opened up the mattress... near the end of the bed there it was, a hole.

Why a hole?

Was it always been there even when we slept?

I asked those questions in my head while being speechless.

It was relatively small, small enough to poke my head inside..

It was dark, and smelled really bad, by far the worst. I looked around, and to my belief I almost crapped my pants. It was staring back.

My eyes started to water, in the dark lay a dead body of a women. Then it hit me. I remembered the nightmare, the lady looked exactly like her.

My mother called to me, her voice was so loud it felt like it was in my head. I rushed to her room while slightly vomiting and crying from the horrific scene. She kept on calling me, her voice was louder.

I just wanted to be with her, be beside her arms. I slammed the door open. I looked around, there was no one here.

I felt nothing but fear, I was about to loose myself and my insanity was rising.

But, is. Is that an _̸̢̧̨̧̡̧̨̧͕͙̭̯̩̖̻̳̺͈͓͇̞̞̯̣͇̹̱͇͕̝͖̲͉̼͔̝͔̘͙͔̙͈̳̝̬̖̲̥̥̠̲͙̫̩͎͕̪̣̯̼͉̰̪͚̖͎̍̈́͑̒̓̄͐̉̈́͐́̊͂̋̋̌͛̽̃̈́͐̈́͗̕͘̚̕͜͜͜ͅͅ ̶̧̢̛̛̛͍͉̟͖̬̤͖̪̞̜̠̘͖̻̜̻͕̞͔̞̝͉̭͚̳̼̈́͊̐̐̋̔̃̒͊̈́͊̓̿͆͑̊̓͗̈͗̏́̒͛̍̉̃̇̒̄̅̾̈́̓͆͘͜ͅͅ ̶̢̨̢̢̨̢̡̨̨̨̛̤̬̙̥̲̙̖͔̟͖͉̘̪̘͖͓̼̩̪̜̝̝̦̠͚̥̺̪̟͉͕͓̥̱̣͓͕̜̮͙̜͍͖̲̯͓̰̪͈̲͉̖͈̬͕̱͉͇̝͈̯̥̜̮̗̩̰̃̉͂̆̉̇̎̀̐́̀͆̋̒̅̌̏̂̌͊́͛͒̉̒̋̀̓̿͒͐̃̍͊̆̈́͘̕͘͘̚͜͝͝͝͝ ̵̢̧̧̨̧̢̡̨̛̛̖̣̝͎̯̲͎̻̯̭̻͕̰̮̦͕̹̙̯͍̤̟̗̠̻̻͕͚̤͈͙̝͔̻͉͈̰̠̩̝̻͕͔͍̪͍̥̣̞̬̺̝̠͔̬̩͙̜̲̱̼̜̪̮̬̎̔̓̐̒̽͐̃̌̍͑̈̀͛̔͌̈́̊̋̀̎͗͑̒̑̿̆̾̑̅̅̀̊̌̓̿͑͊͑͂̾̍͒͂̾͒̀̇͐̈́̑̍̉͘̚͘͜͜͠͠͝͝͝ͅ ̶̡̧̧̛̛̛̛̛̲͙͍͈̥͓̟͖̠̠͇̼͉̹͉͖̻̱̩̗̳̮̬͎͈̙͔͇͈̘͚̪̼͖̿̾̏̀̊͛̏̊̎̄͒͆͛̋̅̇͋̈́͑̆̍̎͒̃̒̈́͆̏͊͌̐̒̈̓̅̅̆̂̓̌̑̈́̈́͗͆̀̎͗̏͛̒͗̀́̆̒̈͛͋̎̽̆̃̊̇̎̒̿̍̈́͗͊͋̐́̇͆͗͒͒̓̔̈́̌͂͆̈̓̑̄͘͘̚̚͘͘͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͠͠ͅ ARM_̸̢̧̨̧̡̧̨̧͕͙̭̯̩̖̻̳̺͈͓͇̞̞̯̣͇̹̱͇͕̝͖̲͉̼͔̝͔̘͙͔̙͈̳̝̬̖̲̥̥̠̲͙̫̩͎͕̪̣̯̼͉̰̪͚̖͎̍̈́͑̒̓̄͐̉̈́͐́̊͂̋̋̌͛̽̃̈́͐̈́͗̕͘̚̕͜͜͜ͅͅ ̶̧̢̛̛̛͍͉̟͖̬̤͖̪̞̜̠̘͖̻̜̻͕̞͔̞̝͉̭͚̳̼̈́͊̐̐̋̔̃̒͊̈́͊̓̿͆͑̊̓͗̈͗̏́̒͛̍̉̃̇̒̄̅̾̈́̓͆͘͜ͅͅ ̶̢̨̢̢̨̢̛̤̬̙̥̲̙̖͔̟͖͉̘̪̘͖͓̼̩̪̜̝̝̦̠͚̥̺̪̟͉͕͓̥̱̣͓͕̃̉͂̆̉̇̎̀̐́̀͆̋̒̅̌̏̂̌͊́͛͒̉̒̋̀̓̿͒͐̃̍͊̆̈́͘̕͘͘̚͜͝͝͝͝

sticking

out

under

the

bed.

Below the bed lay the hands of my dead mother and brother..