Jen DeSantis’ Choice: 2
Title: Surprise Guest
Tad stood in the door of the hotel room, his bag held awkwardly at his side as he beheld the beautiful woman lying on the bed. She looked as though she’d been cast in porcelain. Or draped in white satin. Every curve of her body, every tiny crease, had been perfectly formed. Black hair framed her sleeping face and her lips were berry red. Strangely, she held a rose in her hand as though she’d been posed.
Or had posed herself.
He shook his head slowly, trying to clear it from the cobwebs of what must have been a sleep-deprived daydream. She was still there, her eyes closed peacefully in repose. Tad checked his plastic room key stupidly, and matched the numbers to the still open door. Of course they did, he chided himself. The door had opened, after all.
A door opened down the hallway and his heart sped. What if someone saw her? What if the noise woke her and she screamed?
Tad shuffled into the room, nearly tripping over his suitcase in the process and shut the door. Sweat dripped uncomfortably down his back as he wondered what he ought to do. The front desk. He thought about walking out of the room and telling the front desk about the woman lying on the bed in his room. They’d have a laugh about how the manager had messed up the room numbers and give Tad a different room.
And he would never see the dark beauty again.
Tad licked his suddenly dry lips and stepped forward, away from the door. He didn’t want to walk away from her. He couldn’t walk away from her.
He felt a pull, toward the bed. Away from the common sense of the front desk. Tad lived his entire life safe, free of clutter. He always followed common sense.
Until he laid eyes on the porcelain woman.
Tad dropped his bags and walked over to the bed. Her breathing was silent, almost unnoticeable. She didn’t stir as he knelt beside the bed. His fingers hovered inches above her forearm. He knew he shouldn’t touch her. She’d wake and she’d scream. Tad might have a key, but the woman probably thought this was her room.
Still, he wanted to know what her pale skin felt like. Up close, she was still drawn in perfection. There wasn’t a blemish or freckle to be found on any part of her arm. Would her flesh be as warm as he imagined? Or would she be cool like perfection?
A vice-like force clamped around his wrist and he whimpered in pain. The woman’s eyes flashed open and Tad tried to pull away from the dark, soulless circles that stared back at him.
“What do you think, Tad?” an inhuman voice snarled from the bed. “You like what you see?”
A scream gurgled in Tad’s throat as the woman’s mouth opened, revealing razor sharp teeth. She didn’t allow him time to give the scream a voice.
Jennifer DeSantis is a Horror and Paranormal Author and host of the #FridayPictureShow. She lives near Philly with her family. In her spare time is an aspiring ninja.