Ahhhhhhhhhhh……… “I can’t believe you’re making me go on this stupid trip with you! I don’t even get a say in what happens even though Chester said I could stay with him!” moaned Derek as his parents loaded the van. “C’mon Bucko, it would do ya good to go on a little Colorado road trip with the family once in a while. Plus you’ve been over at Chester’s a lot lately.”  “Yaaaaaaaay! Road trip, Road trip!” yelled Derek’s little brother, Philip, as he ran out of the house half naked. “I LOVE ROAD TRIPS!” screamed Philip. “Oh my god… Be quiet!  I already have a headache and mom and dad haven’t even started singing yet!” As the van got fuller, they started getting ready to depart. Derek ran inside at the last minute and snatched his I-Pod off his dresser. “No surrey, young man! There will be no electronics during this trip!” lectured his father. Luckily for Derek, he had stuffed his cell into his pocket before his dad had gotten to him. As the car pulled out of the drive way, his mother turned on the radio, or as his parents would say “groovy tunes.” He always hated when they said that. “Zzzzzzzzzzzz” was the sound coming from everyone except for dad, who had to concentrate on driving. Until “Cluck Cuck Bloooosh.” The engine sputtered, and then died. “Great! Just great!” moaned Derek. “Here we are in the middle of nowhere, out of gas, and, oh yeah…….. it just started raining! “Well, it’s not so bad.  I mean look, there’s a hotel right there, and it’s getting late anyway, so we’ll just spend the night and get regrouped tomorrow” said Dad, trying to stay positive. As his parents were checking into the creepy hotel, Derek’s cell rang.  He snuck around to the side of the lobby and answered it, expecting it to be Chester. But instead he heard “Stay away!” in a musky terrifying voice. He paused in terror.  He wasn’t able to move, he was so frightened. Then he rushed over to the check-in counter to tell his father, when he realized he wasn’t supposed to have his cell. So he just trudged back over into the lobby and sat on one of the ratty chairs. The storm was picking up now and all you could see through the window was black and the occasional streak of lightning. “Alright you guys, we are in room 23, which is said to be haunted, isn’t that cool Derek? Derek? Are you ok?  You look a little pale.” interrogated his father. But indeed, he was very pale after that horrifying phone call. He knew it could only get worse. Up they went, up the stairs one flight, and then they take a left at the snack machine, and into a hallway, as instructed by the counter girl. As they made it to the hallway, there were only one or two working lights. There were only three rooms on the whole hallway too. One was a janitor’s closet, which by the looks of it, had been looted and cleaned out. The second was an abandoned desolate room on the far right with the door unlocked.  Derek peeked inside as he walked past. There was a shattered window and torn carpet everywhere, and stuck in the couch was an axe!  Derek was very frightened now.  He was getting ready to bolt out of there and demand going back home, when his father unlocked the room. The room was not very welcoming at all. You could easily see how one could make the quick assumption that it was haunted. It had many bare pieces of floor where carpet had been tattered and worn away.  The bathroom had a weird stink to it and the beds were made with big, bright green covers with giant black oval spots on them. The whole room just sent chills racing down Derek’s spine.