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    [The Violet Keeper of the Hotel]

    by , 10-10-2012 at 11:32 AM (461 Views)
    [Tuesday, October 9th, 2012]
    Alex was talking to her Aunt, who was pulled up in a car- her Aunt was PISSED because while we had stayed at a hotel- Alex had used all of the telephone's minutes to call someone, and it had costed her Aunt. About 47 minutes of time. I told her to follow me, and that I would pay for it, and I grabbed her by the hand and we headed back up the stairs to the strange hotel. On the way up, Alex explained to me that I couldn't or something like that, but I was stubborn. We walked inside, and once there, we headed to the second floor, walking past a man in violet, playing the piano in a flurry. We waltzed up the stairs out of the lobby and to the owner's office. The office was empty- and a few other people waited there as well. We joined them in waiting.

    The man on the piano stood up, and looked around him as if he were being attacked by demons! He stared wide-eyed up at us, over the railing
    seperating us from the first floor and began to lose his temperment! He shouted and cursed and banished us from existence. He banished us from
    this hotel- for risk of losing something valuable of his. We all slowly exited down the stairs and out of the hotel. On the way out, I snatched a purple box off a table, that belonged to Nathan. Or maybe it WAS Nathan? I turned around and looked him dead in the eye-

    "Well, let me at least take my FRIEND NATHAN..." I was meaning the box- as if I knew Nathan was inside.
    He reared back in confusion and disgust.
    "My best friend, the bartimus, (bartolameu) might suck the soul out of you~" I laughed with the last part sounding ghostly but sarcastically mocking.

    The man squinted his eyes at me, but when I finished the last sentence, his eyes opened as if he had realized what I meant by it, and then he
    clasped his hands as if he knew what I was talking about. He wasn't pleased exactly, but he appreciated my humor somehow.
    I walked out the door and <my dream ended>.

    (The man, now that I think about it, closely resembled the Warden from Super Jail.)

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