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I’m aware he’s been watching me intently, and Bryony has been watching him watch me. I’m not trying to put on a show, but I’m not being particularly fast. It’s not for his benefit, I’m still feeling sluggish from the night before.
Dom looks at me for a moment before nodding as I finish putting my hair up. “Alright,” he says. “Let’s go.”
As we walk, I can feel Dom’s eyes on me. I’m a little self-conscious. I’m aware I look like I had a long night, but I don’t want him to ask me questions until I’m ready.
And I’m still trying to gather the courage to tell him what went down last night.
"So do you really think there's something on the roof?" I ask, trying to break the tension.
"Honestly, I don't know. But I'm telling you, I heard something last night, and at this point, I trust my instincts."
I can feel a chill run down my spine as we make our way to the stairwell. The hotel is quiet, and the only sound comes from our footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. As we climb the stairs, I can feel my heart racing in anticipation.
When we finally make it to the roof, I can see why Dom was so spooked. It’s deserted, with only a few pieces of equipment scattered around. But there is something eerie about the place, something that makes me feel like we're not up here alone.
Maybe it’s the fog rolling in or how long my night was last night. I always feel worse if I don’t have enough sleep.
I shiver involuntarily, and Dom notices. "You okay?" he asks, eyes scanning the rooftop.
"Yeah," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "Just a little cold."
He takes off his jacket, draping it around my shoulders. I’m about to protest when he starts to walk away from me.
We walk around for a while, scanning the rooftop for any signs of life. But there is nothing, no sound, no movement, nothing to indicate that anyone has been up here.
"Maybe it was just the wind," I offer.
Dom turns to me, his expression serious. "No, it wasn't just the wind. I heard footsteps, and I know what footsteps sound like." He looks around again, as if expecting to see something. "There's something up here with us. Are you really telling me you can’t feel that?"
I feel a shiver run down my spine again, but this time it's not because of the cold. I think he’s right. It feels like there’s something up here with us, something watching us, lurking in the fog, in the shadows. "What do you mean? Like a ghost or something?"
"I don't know what it is," he admits. "But I can feel it. And I don't think it'sfriendly."
I start to feel a sense of dread settle in my chest. I don’t want to believe him, but I think I do. I clench my teeth, telling myself that I’m being paranoid.
That it’s just the weird, creepy place where we are playing tricks on my mind. I take a deep breath before I speak. "What should we do?"
"We need to find out what it is," he says firmly. "We can't just ignore it and hope it goes away."
As we continue to walk around the rooftop, I start to feel like we're being watched. It's an eerie feeling, like there are eyes on us from every corner on the rooftop, from inside the fog.
Maybe it’s just my imagination, but Dom grabs my wrist and grips me tightly. “Are you okay?” he asks softly.
“I…yes,” I say, blinking. “Just feel a little weird up here.”
“Yeah, me too,” he says. “There’s something fucking strange about this place.”
He's about to say something else when we hear a noise, which startles us. It sounds like a whisper, barely audible above the sound of the wind whistling through the rooftop, but it's dead quiet out here and it's enough to make my heart jump in my chest.
Dom turns his head in the direction of the sound, and I follow his gaze.
There's a figure in the fog, standing a few feet away from us. I can't make out its features, but I can feel its eyes on us.
The figure is a smudge in the fog, barely visible. It stands perfectly still, its features obscured. It is roughly human in appearance, two arms, two legs, and a head, but its dimensions seem off, stretched and deformed, like a grotesque caricature of a person. It's so much taller than us, it's hard for my mind to even process what I'm seeing for a few seconds.
Wind suddenly howls over the rooftop, whistling through rocks and gravel, sending a bone deep chill down my spine.
"What the fuck is that?" I hear myself ask.
