𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

We head back through and I sit down on the bed with a sleepy yawn.

"You know, there is something seriously wrong with this place" Lydia declares, shoving all her belongings into her bag "Hey, guys, we need to leave"

"But they were suicides, not murders, and it's not like this place is haunted, right?" Allison reasons with her.

"Maybe it is" She replies "You know, I bet that couple made their suicide pact in that very room. Maybe that's why they're renovating. Maybe they've been scraping brain matter off the wood paneling!"

"Maybe we should find out" Allison suggests.

"As much as this place gives me the creeps, I agree with Allison" I speak up.

"Okay, fine" Lydia caves.

We head down to the front desk and the first thing I realise is that the receptionist is missing.

"Well, there goes that" Lydia scoffs.

"Didn't you say the sign said 198?" Allison asks and I look up at the sigh to see it says 201.

"It was 198. I swear to God it was 198" Lydia tells us desperately.

"Okay, what does that mean, that there's been three more suicides?" Allison asks.

"Or three more are about to happen" Lydia suggests.

"Okay, that's it. I'm texting Stiles" I declare, pulling my phone out as I head back upstairs and the girls follow me.

Natalia
We need to talk. Just you

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"Last time I saw Scott act like that was during the full moon" Allison explains.

"Yeah, I know. He was definitely a little off with me too" Stiles agrees "But actually, it was Boyd who was really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine"

"See, it is the motel. Either we need to get out of here right now or someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism ASAP before the werewolves go crazy and kill us" Lydia rants, grabbing a red bible from the drawer.

"Okay, just hold on, all right? What if it's not just the motel?" Stiles suggests "The number in the office went up by three, right?"

"You mean, like, three sacrifices?" I catch on to his theory.

"What if this time it's three werewolves?" He adds.

"Scott, Isaac and Boyd" Allison states.

"Maybe we were meant to come here" Stiles says and a sudden wave of pain runs through my head but I brush it off, clenching my jaw.

"Exactly! So can we get the hell out of here now? Please?" Lydia pleads.

"Wait, hang on. Let me see this" Stiles replies, taking the bible from her and flicking through the pages until he pulls out a slip of paper.

"What is that?" I ask curiously.

"'28 year old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri'" Stiles reads out the news article before shaking the book and watching as multiple more articles fall out.

"Look at these two" Lydia says, picking the articles up "They both mention the room 217"

"These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room" I explain.

"So, if every room has a bible..." Allison drawls off.

"There could be articles in all the rooms" Lydia finishes.

"That's a beautiful thing. Most places leave a mint under the pillow. This one leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that occurred" Stiles says sarcastically.

"What if the room next door has the one about the couple?" Lydia asks.

Suddenly the loud roar of machinery blares through the air and we all share a worried look before running out the door. We reach the room that is under renovation and Stiles tries to open the door but it's locked.

"That was not locked before" Lydia snaps.

"Forget it. We need to get Scott, Isaac and Boyd out of here" Allison orders.

We all turn to leave and the loud sound of power tools whirring makes us all pause.

"I'm not the only one who heard that, am I?" Lydia asks in worry.

"No, I hear it" I answer.

"It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on" Allison explains.

"Handsaw?!" Stiles and I shriek in unison.

"All right, back up" I warn them and they take a step back.

I run at the door, completely overestimating my weight and hit it with a thud, groaning in pain.

"A little help would be nice, Alli" I wince as Stiles pulls me away from the door.

Allison walks up to the door and aggressively slams her foot into the door, causing it to fly open. In the middle of the room stands Ethan who is holding the handsaw to his stomach, getting ready to spill his insides all over the room.

"Hey, no, Ethan, don't!" Stiles barks, running at the boy and grabbing the saw.

"Stiles!" I scream as the two fight over the buzzing handsaw, narrowly missing their bodies.

Ethan throws Stiles and the saw backwards, causing me to let out a scream of horror. The saw hits the ground and Stiles' face stops centimetres away from the blade which abruptly stops whirring. I turn to Lydia who is holding the plug and sigh in relief, rushing over to the boy. I yank him away from the saw and he falls into my lap.

All of a sudden Ethan extends his claws and puts them on his stomach, obviously still feeling like he has to spill his guts over the floor. Stiles and I jump to our feet, grabbing an arm each and pulling them away from the boy's stomach.

The Alpha angrily throws us off of him and stumbles forward, his hand landing on a hot heater. His skin sizzles and he groans, falling to the floor. The burn to his hand seems to snap him out of his daze and he jumps to his feet in confusion.

"What just happened?" He asks.

No one answers, all of us still in shock and he rushes out the room.

"Ethan!" I yell as we all run after him.

"How did you end up in there?" Stiles questions the Alpha as he tries to get away from us.

"I don't know" He snaps.

"How can you not know?" Stiles retorts.

"Didn't you hear what I just said? I don't know how I got there or what I was doing" Ethan huffs.

"Okay, you could be a little more helpful, you know? We did just save your life" Stiles calls out.

"And you probably shouldn't have" Ethan replies before entering his room.

"What now?" Lydia huffs.

Another wave of pain runs through my body, this one stronger than the last one. I whimper in pain, grabbing my head as I stumble backwards.

"Natty, what's wrong?" Stiles asks in concern.

"Nothing, I'm fine" I try to lie but another pain pierces my skull and I scream in pain, collapsing to my knees.

My eyes flash a violent pink and my friends look at me in worry, Stiles reaching out to help me.

"Don't touch me" I plead, shaking my head "I don't want to hurt you"

He ignores my warning and grabs my arm just as another pain hits me. I scream, my hands hitting the floor and a pink wave ripples from my palms. I snap my head up just in time to see the three of them fly backwards and hit the ground, groaning in pain.

"No, no, no, no, no" I mumble, pulling myself to my feet.

They all look at me in shock and I take off, racing up the stairs to try and put some distance between me and my friends.