I just got this weird feeling that I wanted to write something with ghosts in it, lol, so this is chapter one of the thing i wrote. please! all critiques are welcome cos I plan on actually writing more than a first chapter.
The hallway was deserted. A very unusual occurrence for a hotel. My black polished business shoes were the only shoes walking around. It was 4 in the afternoon, which surprised me. But it was a fancy hotel, in the most luxurious holiday spot for miles. There were plenty of honeymooners, so I assumed they were all occupied in acts of sex and the like. All the families were most likely sight-seeing, to get the kids to shut up. So I suppose it wasn't quite as unusual as I first thought. It was a beautiful day, in mid spring. I wished I was sight-seeing rather than coming back from work.
I reached the door of my hotel room. Number 428. I pulled out the suiting key from my pants pocket. While inserting the silver key into the hole, I heard a moan from the room next door. I had met the couple that rented out that room. They were both in their 20s and recently married. That moan had answered my question. I rolled my eyes and pushed open the now unlocked door.
I stepped inside the suite. I shut the door and kicked off my shoes, so my feet, still wrapped in socks, massaged themselves on the ivory fluffy carpet. Walking over to the kitchen to grab myself a beer from the mini bar, I passed my mobile phone. I never take it with me to work. As if it had some sort of movement sensor, it rang as I looked at it. I scoffed and picked it up to answer it.
"Hello?" I asked into the receiver.
"Hello, Jake?" Asked the voice which I immediately identified to be my agent, Kendall.
"Ken, hey, what's up?" I spoke casually, continuing my journey to the mini bar.
"Not much, my man. We just got a phone call asking for you. Someone by the name of Jim Peters."
"Oh yeah?" I reached into the fridge for a can of VB. "What did he want?"
I shut the mini bar and walked back to the couch. I dumped my bum on the cushions and popped open the can and took a deep swig.
"He asked if you could pay a visit to a town called Sheffield to investigate a haunted house." Kendall told me.
I sighed and took another large gulp from the sweating can in my hand.
"Why me? I'm on vacation." I complained.
"No one else will do it, mate. And weren't you looking for a ghost in the first place? Isn't that why I payed for you to go to that fancy ass hotel?"
I laughed.
"Yeah mate, that's true. But I like it here."
The moaning next door increased and I knew someone was coming, surely.
"I get free porn." I laughed, mocking the sex grunts.
Kendall laughed, but soon got serious.
"Mate, I need you to do this. You got all that special equipment and the know-how. That junior, Marty, well, he can't tell a ghost from a rose thorn. And no one else is available. They're all with their wives and husbands and partners and kids. No offense mate but you got no one to spend your time with, except the porn stars you seem to enjoy, since you've cost me 400 bucks already."
"400?" I asked in disbelief. "Not that much surely."
"No, you're right, it's more. Mini-bars cost you know, and the hotel is 40 a night."
"The exorcism took longer than I thought." I said, sounding embarrassed.
"Yep, sure. Well, you got another one on your plate. And that guy Jim Peters tells me you'll be seeing a lot of a hot little number he calls a niece. She runs tours at this old family house, and Jim reckons it's haunted. All I'm saying is, a bit o' time with the niece will pay off."
"Oh yeah? She's hot?" I asked, taking several sips of beer. I felt nervous already, and I hadn't even met the girl.
"I haven't seen her myself, but Jim Peters sent me a picture of this ol' man he believes is haunting the place, and the niece was in the photo. If she's still in as good shape as she was then, you'll be dreamin' of her for weeks."
There was a pause while I tried to picture what the niece looked like. It takes a huge amount of good looks and a cute bum to earn the title of hot from Kendall. He's the most shallow man since Shallow Hal, and even he sees the error of his ways. So I agreed to go check out the house at Sheffield. Quite frankly, I folded like a beach chair. The words "Hot" "Young" and "Girl" hypnotise me. I was single, and 30 in 2 months. I wasn't getting any younger and I was always on the look out for a girl who takes my fancy. Thing is, all the girls with the right body have brains as dead as doorknobs and as interesting as a blank piece of paper, but all the girls who are interesting and worth a conversation are either lesbians, not interested or old. Every time I hear those words I always pray the girl will be interesting as well. A strong opinion, her own beliefs, and knows the meaning of the word nonplussed. And I had a strong feeling about niece Peters.[/i]
