Between a Rockstar and a Hard Place Read Online Free

number, did you?’ I ask, not that I’m
expecting things to be that easy for me.
    ‘I
did actually, she dropped her card and I, gentlemen that I am, picked it up and
handed it to her. Room 666.’
    I
laugh manically and roll my eyes.
    ‘Troy,
don’t fuck with me. She is not staying in room 666.’
    ‘I’m
not – what’s your name again?’
    ‘Nicole.’
    ‘Nicole,
I swear to you, I am not making this up.’
    Does
he really expect me to believe that the girl he referred to as a witch and made
spell puns about is staying in room 666?
    ‘Ok
then, Troy Reeves. Why don’t you come with me?’
    ‘Fine,
let’s go.’
    Fine.
Hotels can be boring, I get that. You’ve got to make your own fun, and if this
is the game he wants to play, we’ll go up to room 666 and see, won’t we?
    ‘After
you,’ I say, gesturing towards the doors as we approach the lift. We both step
inside and Troy checks the chart on the wall to see what floor we need to be
on.
    ‘Top
floor,’ he says as he pushes the button, but nothing happens.  He tries again,
and then again, and then I try, just in case he wasn’t pushing it right.
    ‘Feel
better now you’ve pressed it too?’ Troy asks with a laugh. My God, he may be
hot but he’s so annoying. Damned if I’ll be the one to back down from his
ridiculous room 666 claim, I march over to the reception desk.
    ‘Excuse
me,’ I say to the man behind the desk. ‘I’m trying to get to the top floor, but
the lift won’t go up there.’
    ‘That’s
because we’ve disabled public access to the top floor via the lift, we’re
having some…’ the man behind the desk pauses as he searches for the appropriate
word. ‘…issues up there. That floor is currently out of bounds.’
    ‘What
sort of issues?’ I ask, suddenly curious.
    The
man behind the desk glances around to make sure no one is listening.
    ‘Ghostly
goings on,’ he tells us in a hushed voice.
    ‘Define
ghostly goings on,’ I insist, unable to hide the disbelieving grin that has
spread across my face.
    ‘This
is no laughing matter, miss. Things were happening up there. Channels were
being changed, bed clothes being ripped off people in the night – the power
eventually just stopped working on the whole floor, we’ve got emergency
lighting until someone can come and fix it. No one wants to stay…’ he pauses
again, and has yet another glance around to make sure no one is listening. ‘…up
there.’
    There
is a sinister sounding tone to his voice, and as he utters the words “up there”
he glances towards the ceiling.
    ‘Why
are you whispering?’ I ask, also in a whisper, still unable to hide my
amusement at his “Are You Afraid of the Dark?” campfire shit. ‘Are you worried
Derek Acorah might hear about it, pay you a visit and annoy it back to the
other side?’
    ‘Whispering
is pointless,’ Troy informs us. ‘I went ghost hunting with Derek Acorah for a
TV show, he knows all.’
    I
can’t tell if Troy is joking, but he does have a reputation for doing any
crappy reality show going.
    ‘Can
we leave Derek out of this please?’ the man begs, overwhelmed with emotion.
    ‘Anyway,’
Troy says, stifling a smile, but alerting me to the fact that he was joking
about Derek. ‘I saw a girl earlier with a keycard for that floor, so you must
be letting some people up there.’
    The
man behind the desk shivers.
    ‘Her,’
he says, terror in his eyes. ‘She wanted a room. I told her we were full last
night, but she read my mind about the top floor being closed and asked for a
room up there. We are allowed to check people in up there, it’s just no one
wants to be up there with the emergency lighting and the spooky goings on.’
    I
glance at the sign on the wall behind him stating that rooms on the top floor
are currently having power issues. I look at Troy, who has also noticed it.
    ‘Right.
So you checked her in up there?’
    ‘She
made me,’ he insists.
    ‘I’m
sure she did. So how do we get up there to see