HALLOWEEN NIGHT AT THE GATES MOTEL!!
It was Halloween night, and George and Kitty have just entered the Twilight Zone. Will they be able to escape or are they doomed to remain forever……??
“George, are we lost? I haven’t seen any signs of civilization for hours,” asked Kitty.
“Well, Kitty, it is so foggy, it is hard to see much of anything,” replied George. “It’s possible I strayed off the main road.”
“Oh! Look! Kitty, the Gates motel,” said George. “We can just spend the night here, and get an early start in the morning.”
“George, this place looks exactly like that old motel in the 'PSYCHO' movie; let’s try to find one listed in the AAA book,” pleaded Kitty.
“Are you kidding, Kitty? We are miles from anywhere. I can’t drive any further,” said George. “I just need some rest. It is either this, or sleep in the car, and I‘m not sleepin‘ in the car!! Just wait in the car while I go register us and get the key.” .
“NO, Do NOT go in there.....You'll be sorry,” pleaded Kitty. “I’ll bet Norman Bates himself is in the office!! Or, even worse, his MOTHER!!”
“Kitty, honestly, Do you REALLY think this is a good time to talk about psychotic killers?........Sheesh!” teased George.
George went into the office to register for the night. He noticed the date was October 31st. He thought to himself, “Darn! I had forgotten it was Halloween. I always enjoy seeing the kids in their costumes.” As he signed the register, he asked the young man at the desk what his name was. “I’m Norbert Gates,” he replied. “Say, I have an idea. My hobby is winemaking. Would you and your wife like to try a complimentary bottle--see what you think of it? We have some pretty good grapes on the property. I‘m hoping to cut a deal with one of the local wineries.”
“Why, thank you, that would really hit the spot. My wife has been a bit nervous tonight. This ought to help soothe her spirits.” said George. “You are quite welcome,” replied Norbert, “Here is the key to Cabin #1. Enjoy!!”
“Good news, Kitty--No sign of Norman Bates. In fact, the nice young man in there is named Norbert Gates, and he gave us a bottle of wine,” said George. “How does a nice bottle of Chianti sound? Muawwwwww!!”
“Sounds pretty good, George, replied Kitty. I’ll just get us a couple of glasses from the bathroom.”
“It’s cold in that bathroom, George, and kinda spooky. I got bad vibes in there!” declared Kitty. “I think it’s haunted!”
“Probably the ghost of Mother Bates -- OR NORMAN!!” teased George.
Kitty screamed, “If you scare me one more time I'm going to yank out your left kidney!”
“Kitty, you’ve just been hanging out with that Madame Olga and her crystal ball, just a little too much. She’s been putting ideas into your head,” replied George. “Kitty, I’m really tired. We’ll both feel better in the morning. Let’s just drink up, and go to bed.”
“What’s that noise?” asked Kitty. “It sounds like a wolf howling. Do you think it could be a werewolf? There is a full moon…..”
“You don't honestly believe in werewolves, do you?” asked George. “It’s just the wind--now go to sleep.”
“I can’t sleep, George.” cried Kitty, “I’m just too afraid…..of werewolves, and other thing that go bump in the night.”
George said, “Kitty, could you please let me get some sleep? Why don’t you go take a shower. That might help you to relax so you can go to sleep.”
“I wouldn't take a shower in this Bates Motel look-alike- building if Kevin Costner HIMSELF promised to wash my back!!” replied Kitty. “Unfortunately, I do need to go use that bathroom--too much wine!!”
Kitty dreaded going into that bathroom, but since Nature called, she had no choice. She no sooner stepped into the room, than she felt like she was being watched. “It’s just my imagination, she told herself, but still…….” Just then, the light flickered and went out. “OMG, I gotta get out of here,” Kitty said to herself. Kitty tried to open the door, but it would not budge. She started to shake with fear. “GEORGE, WAKE UP! GEORGE!!! She shrieked, “DAMN IT, GEORGE, WAKE UP!!! HELP ME!!”
“Kitty, what is the matter?” George asked. “What’s wrong?”
“George, I can’t get out of this bathroom, and I’m not alone in here!” Kitty said hysterically. “It’s either Norman or his Mother!”
“The door is locked, Kitty--from inside the bathroom!” replied George. Kitty screamed, “What do you mean the door is locked?!! KICK IT OPEN !!” George replied calmly, “Just throw the deadbolt from YOUR side, Kitty.”
Kitty finally managed to get the door open, and escaped her self-made prison. “George, I swear Norman Bates was in that bathroom with me!!”
He sighed and said, “Hmm... well...... Why don't you just scream in HIS ear, next time?”
Was the nice young man at the desk Norbert Gates, or was it actually the ghost of Norman Bates, who had died many years before in the State Mental Health Institution for the Criminally Insane? Will George and Kitty be able to check out of the motel and continue on their journey in the morning--or are they doomed to repeat this same day eternally, except played out in different ways. Nothing is as it seems to be in the TWILIGHT ZONE!!!
2007-10-24 10:27:50
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answered by soupkitty 7
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OK, take your time. There is a system for writing your own: 1. Write a short paragraph outlining a plot. Who goes Where and does What (characters and their characteristics, where does the action start, occur, and end, and what happens). Add When if it's applicable. 2. Now break down the plot into logical steps that you want to tell about. If it will help, note which characters are in each step. 3. Now start at the beginning - Who is talking to Whom and How does the Haunted House Weekend get planned. 4. Keep on going until you have it done!! You have a good deal of your plot already written in the form of those lines above... think about it!! You can do it.
2016-04-10 01:05:42
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answered by Anonymous
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The signage of the hotel was dimly lit. Only the letters 'hot' were showing. That should have been, on hindsight, a warning to us. We had decided to rest here for the night and continue our journey the following day. I had caught myself, twice, napping on the wheels. The two girls, Susan and Nelly, could not drive. They went ahead to make enquiries as I locked the car in the deserted car park.
"What do you mean the door is locked?!! KICK IT OPEN !!" I heard Susan say.
"Do NOT go in there.....You'll be sorry." called out someone standing in the dark.
"Who is there?" called out Nelly in a frightened tone of voice.
"I tell you I seen werewolves and some psychotic killers about, I tell you." came the voice again. Then we heard the sound of running feet, a sudden stumble in the dark. This was followed by some cursing and then the running feet continued. The girls looked frightened to death as I came to the hotel door where they stood.
"You don't honestly believe in werewolves, do you?" I asked. "Must be some drunk vagrant, telling drunken tales and falling all over himself in the dark on a halloween night."
"He said something about psychotic killers as well." said Susan.
"Do you REALLY think this is a good time to talk about psychotic killers?........Sheesh!" warned Nelly with a finger to her lips.
I pushed open the stiff hotel door that creaked with rusty hinges. The hotel attendant who looked like a Freak of nature under the coloured lights gave us our keys with an unsmiling face.
We had decided to share a room. I would take the couch while the girls slept on the bed.
"No night shower?" I asked the girls as they tumbled into bed tiredly.
"I wouldn't take a shower in this Bates Motel look-alike- building if Kevin Costner HIMSELF promised to wash my back!!" said Nelly with a giggle.
"How does a nice bottle of Chianti sound? Muawwwwww!!" said the hotel attendant right behind me with a bottle of wine in his hands. I whirled around with shock and surprise and the girls screamed in fright. We had not heard him enter the room. I was wrong. It was not the coloured lights at the reception that had given him a freaky look. He was a freaking horrid monster. And he was standing too close to me. And what was that spooky laugh?
"What the - " I began backing away from him "How? When did you get in?"
"My apologies, I knocked and you seem to have asked me to enter." He said with a bow.
"I did not! But even at that I locked the door from inside!" I said
"These doors are funny, sir. I will advise you lock with the chain. The keys are not too reliable." With that he turned around and left. Just as he slammed the door shut a picture frame fell from the wall with a clatter to the ground. Susan screamed. Her scream was loud and scary.
"What was that for?" I asked
"He caused it," she said "Creeping up on us like that!"
"Hmm... well...... Why don't you just scream in HIS ear, next time." I suggested.
"If EVER there was a 9-1-1 moment, this is IT !!" cried Nelly
"Let's all be calm," I said. "Has anyone seen my little red pills?" I asked searching my bag.
"I have it here." said the hotel attendant from the other side of the door. "It fell from your bag while you were at the reception. That was what I came to return to you."
I yanked open the door to see him standing calmly with my bottle of pills in his hand.
"If you scare me one more time I'm going to yank out your left kidney!" I said to him. "What do you mean by standing behind the door and eavesdropping?"
He bared his teeth in a mirthless smile. His curved and long canine teeth glinted sharply. I realised there and then that we were in the den of a vampire.
2007-10-24 02:51:00
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answered by violeo 5
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