1. Operator 6400


    Date: 11/7/2014, Categories: Supernatural, Author: purplepelican69, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    Danny felt himself propelled as though by a powerful invisible force, and moved helplessly towards the window handle. Jess was now beyond frantic, screeching and howling like a banshee. As Danny moved to open the window, the dog seized him powerfully by the wrist, biting down hard into his flesh and preventing him from moving. Out in the raging storm, the ghastly figure continued to beckon, but now somehow seeming to gradually recede into the distance as the lightning and thunder continued their dreadful symphony. Danny fainted. When he came round, shivering and saturated in cold sweat, Jess was by his side, licking his face gently. It was dawn, and the storm had blown itself out, the bleary early morning sun battling to emerge from behind the fleeing clouds. Danny rose stiffly, dithering violently with the cold, and hugged Jess, trying desperately to remember the events of the previous night. Everything seemed vague and hazy. Surely it was just a dreadful nightmare? Shaking some dog food into Jess's bowl and refilling her water dish, Danny dragged himself upstairs and lay on his bed, thinking hard. Somehow, nothing felt normal, but he put that down to the aftershock of the nightmare. After a bath and a little breakfast he felt better. Fortunately, he wasn't working that day, so he had a welcome opportunity to relax. The first thing to attend to was to reclaim his watch from the Dragon's Nest. It was quite an expensive one, a recent birthday gift from his parents, and he ...
    was anxious to get it back. Danny set off for the hotel just before noon, this time locating it without recourse to his satnav. Pulling up in the street outside, he was a little puzzled. Although the hotel was just where he remembered it, it didn't look quite as seedy and downmarket as he recalled from the previous day. Strangely enough, the people in the street seemed smarter than he remembered from yesterday, and the cars all appeared much newer. Danny walked inside and instead of approaching the receptionist, took the lift to the second floor. As the doors slid open, he turned right and strode briskly to the end of the corridor. The final room was number 24. Danny suddenly felt lightheaded. There was no Room 25. Perspiring profusely, legs now unsteady, he took the lift back down to reception and tried to control his stuttering speech as he attempted to explain to the young lady at the desk that he had absentmindedly left his watch in Room 25 the previous day. The receptionist was polite, but adamant. "I'm sorry, sir, but I think you must have mistaken the room number. To my knowledge, we have only ever had twenty-four rooms in the hotel, and I've been here for three years. There is no Room 25." Numb with shock, Danny mumbled an apology, and stumbled back to his car. He drove home very slowly, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. Slumping into an armchair, he poured himself a double whisky, downing the strong spirit quickly. He composed himself as best he could, gingerly ...
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