Suicide Room 2 Novels & Stories

She stood in place with a gentle and supportive smile on her face: "Here, I told him, you go in and play with him, you don't have to take off your clothes, just take off your coat and lie in bed for a while, just wait for Richard to come over." Mary Kinson walked towards 903 without looking back, and raised her hand to make an OK gesture. Lavi Sue stared at her into the elevator, picked up her mobile phone and called Susan: "She is going in, is everything in the room ready?" In Room 904 next to Room 903, Susan sits on the bed, and the big screen is the scene of the big bed in the next room. The position is just right. Wait a minute, everything that happened is enough to be photographed.

Her mother gave her a wanung gaze and she shrugged innocently in response. “Why don’t you take River to get settled in?” Ashley asked, and Talia was already pulling me away. “Here you and Taylor would share this room.” She pushed open the door to the room that seemed to be his childhood room. My head whipped to her so fast I was afraid it would snap off. I knew in a huge house like this they had enough room but they still wanted to stick me in here? She pulled an innocent smile that hid her intentions sloppily.

She prayed so hard not see any casualties or strangely twisted people or a corpse throughout her stay here, those things terrified her to highest heights and hospitals had a lot of them! Finally the doors of the elevator opened up when she reached the second floor. Lara walked out and began her search for room 204— a number that she had memorized. She found a white door on the left side of the wall with 204 written boldly on it, she exhaled heavily with closed eyes and prepared herself for the show she was about to put on. She opened the door carefully and dived only her head in first to check out the room. “Hey you!” Ryan exclaimed happily on the bed when he saw her.

Kevin replied. “Look at these two. They both mention room 069. These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room.” “So if everyone has the same newspapers…” “There could e articles in all the rooms.” “That’s a beautiful thing. Most places leave a mint under the pillow. This one leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that occurred” “What if the room next door has the one about the gunshot we just heard lately?” The three of us locked eyes and unanimously looked at the door of the room next to us.

There is still work to be done. Everything in my mind is on jumble so I trailed behind her and questioned her right away. “In my room? You will do not murder me straight away? Or shall I commit suicide in my room?” The woman came to a halt behind me and looked me in the eye for a brief period. “Mario. You won’t be killed right now since it’s still morning, but you can count on us killing you later tonight.” My brow furrowed. “Do you have time to follow the Suiciders’ assassination? I assumed that as soon as I walked through the front door, a sniper would be waiting to shoot me or a trapdoor would be set up.”

28 THE NEXT TWO DAYS, pass in pretty much the same fashion. I wake up tense after a night of incessant nightmares and find the parking lot of the hotel plagued with flashing red and blue lights (Thursday morning’s victim was Kirk Arce, a 45 year-old male killed in room 329, and Friday’s was Sandra Campbell, a 36 year-old female killed in room 710). I get my daily massage from Bill the Masseuse. Mary Sue and I spend the day listening to surveillance tapes. In the evenings, Mary Sue visits Clark Jr. (who still can’t find the ‘magic button’) and unsuccessfully tries to get information out of him, while I meet up with Duke and have equal success getting information out of him, followed by admitt

“That'll be tomorrow's business. Get out of my room. We'll talk later, if you want.” “Does it look like I want to talk to you?” he asked. “I want to take you to bed.” Disgusting. “Do I look like a hoe to you? I don't sleep with strangers.” “I'm your roommate not a stranger,” He smirked and took a step forward. I was really going to kill him but luckily for him, the girl called him from the living room. “Done with my shower,” I heard her say. “Will be back,” Alec breathed into my ear and headed to the door.

Then placed his hand against a scanner. A quiet beep followed. The lock disengaged. The door swung open. Behind it was another corridor. Short. Windowless. Concrete reinforced. And at the end— Another door. Of course. I almost laughed. Luca really had built a fortress. We moved quickly through the first door. The second opened moments later. And then we entered the safe room. The space was larger than I expected. More like an underground command center than a panic room. Several monitors lined one wall.

As soon as I stepped inside the room. I could see why Sasha begged me to be quiet. I had never seen anything as horrifying. The room was a lab of sorts, not very different from the morgue-like room I had been whisked away to before, except it was narrow and thin, curving slightly as it turned around the bend. In the center of the room were beds lined up about 6 feet apart, and on each bed was a child, woman, or man. Some looked like they were sleeping peacefully, others lay quietly, their faces twisted in pain.

Where was she? The elevator dinged and came to a halt. I got out and didn't have to stress myself much before I found my room. Room 402. I entered the room, locked the door behind me and tossed my bag on the bed. I drowned myself in an armchair in the room with my hands constantly running through my hair as I tried figuring everything out. But I couldn't think straight. My head was pounding- aching like it would explode anytime soon. I knew right away that I needed to take a shower to calm my nerves down.