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I say. He nodded at me but kept staring at me strangely. "Do you have anywhere to go? Anyone for me to call?” He asks and I shake my head. “Room 154," I tell him my room name, trying to stop myself from squirming. Slowly, he led me out of the club, heading to the rooms. After we had gotten to my room, he had taken the key from my bag and opened the door. Missing a step, we both stumbled into the room, falling on the bed with his arms around me.

Trisha welcomes us again with another hang over tea, it worked wonders yesterday, so I happily drain the last of it today. I’m still drinking when the speaker crackles to life. “Caleb Doherty, room four.” I choke on my tea, hands pat my back, my friends ask if I’m okay. I can’t speak. My head bobs up and down. I’m better than okay. I wipe my hands on my pants. This is really happening, I’m going to meet him. The man who stood me up yesterday. Room four is the last room in the hallway, ironically the place I was caught by Trisha yesterday. I push the door open, my heart beating furiously in my throat as I step into the warm room.

The calm and serenity, bright with hope, the tranquility, and calm replace the blackness that was there before, and the souls sit on the floor embracing each other. The souls that tried to attack the lovers hug and move away, holding each other in a triple embrace. - What the Fuck just happened? – Gary asks, confused. - I broke the bottle with the piece of heaven on one of their heads. I think the room of wrath has become a piece of paradise. - Fuck, good, but this is going to go wrong. An alarm starts to sweat—an alarm made of bloodcurdling screams. - What is this now? - I think it must be because of us, or instead, because of what the room turned into.

I gulped hard trying to hold down the contents of my lunch. The moans continued for a few minutes before they stopped. The bouncer came out, “You can go in, he's ready for you.” Ready? I took a deep breath before I walked through the door. The room was dark with shades of red and blue contrasting with each other. There was no music playing, just the voices of people deep in conversation mixed with the moans of people having sex sounded through the room. Roland’s words rang in my ears; ‘Do you have an idea of what goes on at parties like this?”

Not in riddles. Not in half-truths. Actually talking. Ariana leaned forward. “What am I remembering?” Sarah stared at her. “The ballroom.” Ariana froze. The flashes had been coming more often lately. Music. Laughter. Rain. The hotel. A man arguing. Someone crying. Fragments. Nothing more. “I still can’t see everything.” “You will.” Sarah’s voice was certain. Damien frowned. “What happened after the ballroom?” Sarah looked at him. Then Ariana.

"Neither are you." We moved slowly, unhurried, the noise of the ballroom fading into something distant and unimportant, and for the length of one song, there was no grand jury, no photograph with STOP written across the back, no unresolved question about who had broken into my mother's house or why. Just his hand at my waist, the low hum of a song I didn't recognize, and the strange, quiet miracle of feeling entirely safe in the middle of a room full of people who'd spent a month deciding what story to tell about us.

She said as tears kept rolling down her eyes but there weren't any emotions in there. "This room always used to be filled with happiness, laughter, giggles but then one day, this room was suddenly filled with cries, shouts, panic and fire before everything went silent. This is the same room, right? This is my parents room, right?" She asked, looking like a child who needed a little confirmation from her mother that everything is going to be alright.

"Did you hear me?" I swallowed. "Yes, I did". I swallowed a dry throat because there was not a pint of saliva to lubricate it. "Nothing happened. I was just an escort in a dark room." His eyes lit up as soon as he heard the word darkroom. Is it something known to him?

sure, sir? "OK," I said, "can I have the key?" . "This is the key to room 213, Take the stairs, turn right, and the last room is 213." The receptionist detailed the moment she realized they were both inebriated. They follow the path until they reach the chamber. Abigail spoke to herself. Can what I'm thinking truly happen?

CHLOE I'm in a dark room, how I ended up here I do not know. All I know is that the place is dark and cold. But I can hear noises, noises of people in pain, there are so many people in this room I can hear their whimpers all at once. The whimpers and moans are getting louder and louder, I'm getting scared. How did I end up here in the first place? What if whatever that got these people moaning in pain is going to come for me next?