His name was Alfred (7/8)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 15:20:48 UTC
"Then what the hell is-.." Alfred's gaze fell to the door. The cleaning lady had only been in there for a few seconds, but she'd dropped a towel. Probably in her surprise as he screamed. The cloth was stuck in the door, so Alfred grabbed the handle and opened it, making the towel slump together on the floor. He kneeled and took in a deep breath. "Fuck!" He clenched his nose between two fingers. The towel reeked! He looked up. Another towel was lying in front of it. "What the hell?" Alfred got back onto his feet and stepped out into the hallway. All the way down, towels had been thrown. Wet, dirty towels, smelling horribly. Alfred felt uneasy. Was this some kind of joke? What kind of hotel changed wet towels with even dirtier ones? ..and at three at night? He grabbed his bomber jacket off of a chair and put it on before following the trail of cloths. His bare feet got stuck on the greasy floor. He felt like puking as he had to rip his heel free from a puddle of nasty liquid.
"There's something wrong with this place.." There was no light. He tried to find some kind of switch on the walls, but they were bare. They didn't even carry an old photo or some kind of painting. Alfred growled and crossed his arms in a shudder. He had reached the end of the hallway. He could go to the right or to the left. To the left there was nothing to see. To the right was yet a hallway, covered in towels. It lead down to the public bathroom. He hesitated. Maybe he should just head back and try and get some sleep. After all, this was none of his business. If the hotel owner couldn't control his employees, he wasn't the one with a loss in profit!
..but he was curious. So he turned to the right and kept walking while trying to avoid stepping on any towels. As he had expected, they led him right into the public bathroom. The men's bathroom, even, whatever a lady was doing in there. He stepped in. The cold pavement cooled down his feet, and he felt himself sigh in relief. He felt even more relieved as he looked around and determined that he was alone. Standing in a bathroom, wearing only boxers and a jacket, he was sure he was going to be the weirdo, and not whoever was using the lavatory at night.
The bathroom was parted in two. It was formed like a T, with a row of washbasins and mirrors, and another longer row of urinals and toilet stalls. The floor was completely clean, there was no towels in here. The trail ended outside the bathroom. Alfred snickered. He had probably just gotten all excited for nothing. He had to calm down. He moved to stand in front of a sink, turned on the water and ducked down to make his face wet. Feeling the cold liquid slip down his heated face made him relax, and as he straightened up again, he could even smile. For a second. For as he looked into the mirror, he could see the door to one of the stalls opening behind him, slowly. A cry got stuck in his throat. There was no wind in here, it had to be a person that had pushed the door. He grabbed around the sink and leaned forward, closer to the mirror, while his gaze kept resting at the door in the mirror. It opened even more. Then, a pair of white fingers closed around it from above. Alfred shook his head. No! No, that happened in horror movies, not in real life! He turned around and glared down at the stall, only to find a pair of black eyes staring back at him from above the door.
"Fuck!" Alfred fled towards the exit, but the door smacked closed and locked. He grabbed the handle and shook the door with all his strength, but it just wouldn't move. He hammered his forehead against it. "Open! Fucking open! Help! Someone!" The tears had returned. This was too much, this was way too much!
Hnngghhr…
Alfred stiffened. The sound came from behind him. He took in a deep breath, then he slowly looked over his shoulder. The girl was now standing in another stall, her head peeking out from above it. She was lurking at him with her soot-black eyes, but the more she showed of her face, the harder Alfred started sobbing. Eyes were all she had. No nose, no lips, just black eyes and long, dark hair. And a cleaning lady's uniform.
His name was Alfred (8/8)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 15:22:10 UTC
"Was it you?" he heard himself whisper. She blinked. Slowly. Then she threw herself towards him. Alfred screamed.
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"Fucking moron!" Alfred woke as a fist slammed against his forehead. He whined and opened his eyes, sitting up in bed. In bed? He opened his eyes as the feeling of a duvet slipping off him woke him fully. He looked around. He was in a hospital, white and clean and with Arthur standing next to him. A not-so-happy Arthur. "What the fuck were you thinking? Sneaking around outside at night! Anything could've happened to you!"
"Outside?" Alfred looked around. "How did I come here? You found me in the bathroom?"
"What bathroom?" Arthur was glaring at him. He sighed annoyed as he leaned down and pulled Alfred into a hug. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Al'! I was worried! I got a call, telling me they had found you in the hotel's dumpster, all scratched up. What if some.. killers had found you? Damn, Al'.." Alfred blinked confused while Arthur hugged him close. Dumpster? Scratches? He didn't remember any of that!
"You're mistaken," he tried, stuttering, "I went to the bathroom, and there was a girl, and she attacked me." Arthur pulled back and gave him a cold glare.
"Stop it, this isn't another ghost story. I am serious."
"So am I!" Arthur snuck his nose into his hair. Alfred took in a deep breath and relaxed. How could he be upset with Arthur being so lovingly? But Arthur quickly pulled back, making a face of disgust.
"God, Alfred, you stink."
"No wonder if they found me in a dumpster," he mumbled and ran his fingers through his hair. It seemed clean, though. Arthur shook his head.
"No, you don't smell of garbage, more.. Hmm.. rotten towels." Arthur crinkled his nose. Alfred gave him an empty glare.
"..please tell me you're kidding?"
"Go take a bath." Arthur picked up his jacket and leaned down to kiss him, but he changed his mind and just blew him a kiss through the air. "I'll go get the nurse." He left the room before Alfred had the change to make up a protest. Instead he slumped back down to lie in the bed, all tired.
Just what had happened? All the could remember was the girl going at him, then.. Nothing! He stared up into the ceiling. It had an unfinished patch. Weird. It looked like the one at the hotel room. Alfred closed his eyes and opened them again. Most definitely like the one at the hotel. He felt a chill run down his spine. This wasn't the ceiling of a hospital. This was dark green, not white. He sat up in bed and looked around.
"What the..?" The room had changed. He was no longer at the hospital, but back at the hotel, in the middle of the night. The curtains fluttered. Someone walked down the hallway. Alfred crept up to sit with his back pressed to the wall as he noticed the phone lying next to him. He shook his head. No. No, what the fuck was going on? He picked it up and daringly put it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hey, Alfred, where did you go? Did you fall asleep?" Arthur's voice replied, and Alfred sighed in relief. He had just fallen asleep while speaking to Arthur, of course! It had all been a dream! He laughed lightly into the phone, and Arthur responded to it with a chuckle. "Little Al'.. Do you want another story?" Alfred shook his head and slipped back down underneath the duvet.
"I think I have had enough for today," he whispered. Arthur chuckled.
"Enough? Oh, no, Alfred. It has just begun. I have a great story.." The footsteps stopped outside his door. Alfred warily looked towards it.
"…Arthur?" Someone grabbed at the handle and turned it down. The door started slipping open. "Arthur, don't.. I.. Don't.." The door smacked open. Arthur took a sip of his tea.
Re: His name was Alfred (8/8)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 19:39:28 UTC
FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCK OhmyjeebusGOD its 90 degrees and wearing shorts in blistering weather, but all I feel is my stomache in my throat and cold chills. This is... crazy. This Alfredian is deathly afraid of scary stories, but I was expecting cracky comedy, not- DAMN. The ending broke my brain, and I felt the need to sputter at my laptop. Bravo, Author bravo. I've always hated the wet towel smell in most hotels, but I will forever link it to this freakin fill. Good thing I never room alone ;_; [I've heard the Alice one before, but with a diff name. Poor Alfred, Arthur is such a dick.]
In case it isn't clear, I actually enjoyed[??] this fill. This is the most I've ever written here. Lurker is out ;).
Captcha: to kmart. We will not be buying duvets or towels anytime soon, dear Captcha. Hell, I never want to leave my room again ;_;
Re: His name was Alfred (8/8)
anonymous
July 1 2010, 03:29:39 UTC
H-Holy crap authoranon... So much for sleeping >.< 11:30pm over here, and I was just thinking that this would be the last fill I read before going to bed. ... /turns the lights on. T^T
"There's something wrong with this place.." There was no light. He tried to find some kind of switch on the walls, but they were bare. They didn't even carry an old photo or some kind of painting. Alfred growled and crossed his arms in a shudder. He had reached the end of the hallway. He could go to the right or to the left. To the left there was nothing to see. To the right was yet a hallway, covered in towels. It lead down to the public bathroom. He hesitated. Maybe he should just head back and try and get some sleep. After all, this was none of his business. If the hotel owner couldn't control his employees, he wasn't the one with a loss in profit!
..but he was curious. So he turned to the right and kept walking while trying to avoid stepping on any towels. As he had expected, they led him right into the public bathroom. The men's bathroom, even, whatever a lady was doing in there. He stepped in. The cold pavement cooled down his feet, and he felt himself sigh in relief. He felt even more relieved as he looked around and determined that he was alone. Standing in a bathroom, wearing only boxers and a jacket, he was sure he was going to be the weirdo, and not whoever was using the lavatory at night.
The bathroom was parted in two. It was formed like a T, with a row of washbasins and mirrors, and another longer row of urinals and toilet stalls. The floor was completely clean, there was no towels in here. The trail ended outside the bathroom. Alfred snickered. He had probably just gotten all excited for nothing. He had to calm down. He moved to stand in front of a sink, turned on the water and ducked down to make his face wet. Feeling the cold liquid slip down his heated face made him relax, and as he straightened up again, he could even smile. For a second. For as he looked into the mirror, he could see the door to one of the stalls opening behind him, slowly. A cry got stuck in his throat. There was no wind in here, it had to be a person that had pushed the door. He grabbed around the sink and leaned forward, closer to the mirror, while his gaze kept resting at the door in the mirror. It opened even more. Then, a pair of white fingers closed around it from above. Alfred shook his head. No! No, that happened in horror movies, not in real life! He turned around and glared down at the stall, only to find a pair of black eyes staring back at him from above the door.
"Fuck!" Alfred fled towards the exit, but the door smacked closed and locked. He grabbed the handle and shook the door with all his strength, but it just wouldn't move. He hammered his forehead against it. "Open! Fucking open! Help! Someone!" The tears had returned. This was too much, this was way too much!
Hnngghhr…
Alfred stiffened. The sound came from behind him. He took in a deep breath, then he slowly looked over his shoulder. The girl was now standing in another stall, her head peeking out from above it. She was lurking at him with her soot-black eyes, but the more she showed of her face, the harder Alfred started sobbing. Eyes were all she had. No nose, no lips, just black eyes and long, dark hair. And a cleaning lady's uniform.
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"Fucking moron!" Alfred woke as a fist slammed against his forehead. He whined and opened his eyes, sitting up in bed. In bed? He opened his eyes as the feeling of a duvet slipping off him woke him fully. He looked around. He was in a hospital, white and clean and with Arthur standing next to him. A not-so-happy Arthur. "What the fuck were you thinking? Sneaking around outside at night! Anything could've happened to you!"
"Outside?" Alfred looked around. "How did I come here? You found me in the bathroom?"
"What bathroom?" Arthur was glaring at him. He sighed annoyed as he leaned down and pulled Alfred into a hug. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Al'! I was worried! I got a call, telling me they had found you in the hotel's dumpster, all scratched up. What if some.. killers had found you? Damn, Al'.." Alfred blinked confused while Arthur hugged him close. Dumpster? Scratches? He didn't remember any of that!
"You're mistaken," he tried, stuttering, "I went to the bathroom, and there was a girl, and she attacked me." Arthur pulled back and gave him a cold glare.
"Stop it, this isn't another ghost story. I am serious."
"So am I!" Arthur snuck his nose into his hair. Alfred took in a deep breath and relaxed. How could he be upset with Arthur being so lovingly? But Arthur quickly pulled back, making a face of disgust.
"God, Alfred, you stink."
"No wonder if they found me in a dumpster," he mumbled and ran his fingers through his hair. It seemed clean, though. Arthur shook his head.
"No, you don't smell of garbage, more.. Hmm.. rotten towels." Arthur crinkled his nose. Alfred gave him an empty glare.
"..please tell me you're kidding?"
"Go take a bath." Arthur picked up his jacket and leaned down to kiss him, but he changed his mind and just blew him a kiss through the air. "I'll go get the nurse." He left the room before Alfred had the change to make up a protest. Instead he slumped back down to lie in the bed, all tired.
Just what had happened? All the could remember was the girl going at him, then.. Nothing! He stared up into the ceiling. It had an unfinished patch. Weird. It looked like the one at the hotel room. Alfred closed his eyes and opened them again. Most definitely like the one at the hotel. He felt a chill run down his spine. This wasn't the ceiling of a hospital. This was dark green, not white. He sat up in bed and looked around.
"What the..?" The room had changed. He was no longer at the hospital, but back at the hotel, in the middle of the night. The curtains fluttered. Someone walked down the hallway. Alfred crept up to sit with his back pressed to the wall as he noticed the phone lying next to him. He shook his head. No. No, what the fuck was going on? He picked it up and daringly put it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hey, Alfred, where did you go? Did you fall asleep?" Arthur's voice replied, and Alfred sighed in relief. He had just fallen asleep while speaking to Arthur, of course! It had all been a dream! He laughed lightly into the phone, and Arthur responded to it with a chuckle. "Little Al'.. Do you want another story?" Alfred shook his head and slipped back down underneath the duvet.
"I think I have had enough for today," he whispered. Arthur chuckled.
"Enough? Oh, no, Alfred. It has just begun. I have a great story.." The footsteps stopped outside his door. Alfred warily looked towards it.
"…Arthur?" Someone grabbed at the handle and turned it down. The door started slipping open. "Arthur, don't.. I.. Don't.." The door smacked open. Arthur took a sip of his tea.
"This is a story about a boy named Alfred."
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OhmyjeebusGOD its 90 degrees and wearing shorts in blistering weather, but all I feel is my stomache in my throat and cold chills.
This is... crazy. This Alfredian is deathly afraid of scary stories, but I was expecting cracky comedy, not- DAMN.
The ending broke my brain, and I felt the need to sputter at my laptop. Bravo, Author bravo. I've always hated the wet towel smell in most hotels, but I will forever link it to this freakin fill. Good thing I never room alone ;_;
[I've heard the Alice one before, but with a diff name. Poor Alfred, Arthur is such a dick.]
In case it isn't clear, I actually enjoyed[??] this fill. This is the most I've ever written here. Lurker is out ;).
Captcha: to kmart. We will not be buying duvets or towels anytime soon, dear Captcha. Hell, I never want to leave my room again ;_;
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So glad I read this in broad daylight. *shivers* Mindscrew complete- you can paint this as a success.
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Excellently written, and a total mindscrew.
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I got chills, anon, CHILLS.
Can't we have a happy epilogue where it's all just an elaborate prank? Please? 8D
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recaptcha: from faceless
XDDD
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So what would happen if Alfred started to tell a story back to 'Arthor', though?
Ha ha, nevermind, it was just a passing thought...
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