Although Jack spent over an hours trying to fix the car, the car still wouldn’t start. “Why is this bloody car not working” mumbled Jack angrily to himself.
“We are going to have to call for help. I’ll try calling the insurance company” said Jane. “That’s strange there is no reception for the phone calls here,” Jane tells Jack.
“WHAT!! Your joking, right?” said Jack in a disoriented tone. Jane never replied she just nodded her head.
The family decide to go further along the isolated road to find a phone booth or hotel. Walking along the street Jack felt the hairs on the back of is neck stick up. Many of the houses on each side of the road were wrecked houses (Victorian houses). Most of the houses seemed like they had been burnt down, however there was one dilapidated house still in good condition, with a rusty sign post with bed and breakfast written on it; the letters were faded, they could hardly be read. The family thought this was a good sign that they had discovered the motel, but was it a good sign?
Jack was jus standing gawking at the ancient Victorian house. “I’m sure there is a phone inside that motel” he said positively, Jane and Ryan nodded their heads. The night was still dark and gloomy, and there were many eerie sounds coming from behind the family. Jack sharply turned his head around to see where the noise is coming from, but there was nothing to be looked at behind him.
“Are we just going to stand here?” asked Ryan.
“He is right, come on lets make a move” announced Jack. He courageously started walking towards the dusty house; Jack looked back and saw his family still standing in the same spot. “Are you not coming?” questioned Jack, watching Jack walk Jane and Ryan followed taking tiny footsteps.
Jack and his family were getting closer to the house, and they also noticed a light through the window. When Jack was getting in close proximity with the three floor house, a strange feeling settled in his stomach. He wanted to turn back and wait till dawn, but he thought, what would his family think of him as? So he kept going for the sake of his family.
“You scared dad?” mumbled Ryan
“Of course not” replied Jack sarcastically.
The door of the house was now right in front of Jack. He reached out his hand to knock the door, but before Jack’s hand touched the old oak door, it was already half opening. The door was open and standing there was a fairly tall man with grey hair, the man was dressed in an elegant suit. He looked like he was in his late 40s, and behind him was an enormous staircase with stairs going up on both sides. The carpet was a dark royal red colour. “How can I help you?” questioned the man in a very deep voice.
“Err…do you have a telephone that works” stuttered Jack.
“Yes, its inside” answered the man. The man swiftly walked into the house, towards a desk, the family carelessly followed. The desk was neatly laid out; on the desk there was: a stapler, a hole puncher, a bunch of pens and pencils and a time-worn telephone. When Jack saw the telephone he felt relived and thought luck had come to rescue him. Jack noticed the grandfather clock against the wall behind the desk; the pendulum was smoothly swinging form left to right. Jack couldn’t believe it was already half past 4 in the night.
“Here you go sir, you may use the phone” communicated the man. Jack effortlessly picked up the receiver of the telephone and at the same time took out his mobile phone from the right pocket of his jeans, he looked through the numbers in his phone to find the car insurance number, and moments later he remembered he hadn’t saved the number into his phone.
A puzzled expression crept up on Jack’s face. Jane observed the expression and asked “what’s the matter? Haven’t you got the insurance number?”
“I’m sure I stored the number in my phone” said Jack. From the pale colour he was, his face turned red.
“Don’t worry I knew something would go wrong so I made sure I brought the number” muttered Jane. She opened her handbag and took out a piece of paper. “Here you go” murmured Jane.
Jack dialled the number on the phone, a voice on the phone said “we are currently having technical problems with the computers we would be grateful if you call back later,” Jack slammed the receiver down with anger.
“Is this a motel” Ryan asked the gentleman.
“Yes” the man quickly replied.
The family had no choice but to stay at the dodgy motel. They stayed in a gloomy room on the second floor. The room had a lot of mature furniture; the furniture was very dark oak colours. Although the room was dusty, it did look nice. The family were exhausted so they decided to sleep for a while. Just as they got into the king size bed the lights blacked out and there was a strident bang. Gradually the lights turned back on, however Jack’s wife and child was gone. “What the hell!” Jack bellowed, he rapidly jumped out of bed he scanned the room but, everything seemed normal apart from the fact that his family was gone.
Jack opened the room door and as it opened he saw a shadow hastily rush down the stairs. He followed quietly down the stairs; however he didn’t know where to go. He spent over an hour searching around the house for his family. He had seen every room in the house except one. It was in the kitchen closet, it went downstairs to a basement. Jack finally discovered it. He carefully went down the concrete stairs, cautious not to make a sound. Jack accessed the bottom of the stairs and it was very humid, the air was very sultry and rotten; Jack could just about breathe. On a chair was the motel owner, sleeping like an animal, along with that his family was a few metres away from him tied up. Jack sneaked towards his family he noticed they were uncomfortable, as he got adjacent to them he saw dead bodies lying there behind them. Now he knew why they were uncomfortable, therefore he immediately started to untie them. He kept an eye on the killer. The family started climbing the stairs; misfortunately Ryan accidentally kicked a metal bucket on the stairs. It made a voluble clatter, the killers eyes instantly opened. Then the family got out of the basement. Jack speedily shoved a chair in front of the door and jammed it, the killer started smashing the door from the other side, and the door started making cracking sound so the family quickly hurried to the front door. The front entrance was difficult to open and the family could hear the killer coming, they glimpsed back and saw him, he had meat cleaver in his right hand. He was approaching the family. Jack just about opened the door and Ryan and Jane sprinted out, but Jack’s jacket got stuck to the door handle. The killer tossed the meat cleaver at Jack, but missed; the weapon landed outside. Jack was still trying to get his jacket off the handle, but before he could escape the killer had Jack by the throat. Jack was getting short of air due to the firm grip the killer had on Jack’s throat; he was turning into a purple colour.
Ryan looked back he saw his dad going purple; he also saw the meat cleaver on the floor. Ryan ran towards the meat cleaver, “come back!” screamed Jane. Ryan kept going towards the meat cleaver; he picked up the heavy knife. The killer had Jack on the floor, and was still holding Jack’s throat. Ryan hit the killer on the head with the meat cleaver. As the knife struck the killer, the killer dropped and blood started flowing out everywhere. It was absolutely disgusting but it was his lesson to learn, without delay Ryan checked that his dad was still breathing Ryan saw no hope that his dad was alive because his eyes were closed but maybe he was just unconscious however his dad started coughing and instantly got back up on his feet.
“Come on we have to go”, boomed Jane. Ryan turned around and that was when he stopped to catch his breath, there was the killer standing there ferociously breathing hardly, trying to stay alive with blood dripping from his begrimed face. Ryan was sweating buckets of fear and, he couldn’t believe the killer got back up on his feet. The killer wasn’t standing for long; he collapsed before he could take any more actions.
The family had made it out of the house alive; they were not even severely injured, just had a few scratches. This was one vacation they would always remember.