Listen to the Walls

(text-style:"bold","fidget")+(text-colour:red)[Listen to the Walls] ^^An interactive thriller written by Ashlee Winters ^^ [[Play]] [[End credits]]

It's a cloudy night in Westmount County, and Misha is driving to their aunt's house alone. The radio announcer interrupts the music, "A severe storm warning in Westmount County was just announced. All you drivers out there, be careful on the roads." Misha disregards the message and continues driving until the rain starts. The longer they drive, the heavier the rain gets. They weigh their options and call their aunt. "Hi honey, you almost here?" their aunt asks. "I have five hours left, but I just hit a big storm. I might stop for the night." Misha says. "It might be safer to stop for the night. I can hear the rain through the phone. I'll leave a key under the mat if you continue driving. Let me know what you do." their aunt says. "Will do. I love you, Aunty." Misha hangs up the phone. What should they do? <audio autoplay> <source src="Assets/rain.wav"></audio> [[Continues their drive]] [[They find somewhere to stay]]

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Misha sings along to music while driving down and slick road. They are 20 minutes into the drive when they reach for their phone. "I forgot to text aunty." While Misha is distracted, a car in the opposite lane swerves in front of them. Misha gasps and turns the wheel to avoid hitting the other vehicle, causing them to crash into a ditch on the side of the muddy roadside. Misha takes a second to breathe after the adrenaline rush and then tries to drive out of the ditch. The engine roars, but the car stays still. A knock on their window makes them jump. Misha looks over and sees a man shielding his face from the rain with his hand. Misha rolls the window down. "I'm so sorry for swerving. My car hydroplaned. Are you okay?" the man asks. "I'm alright. Are you and your car okay?" Misha asks. "Yes, I gained control a little way's down. I think you're stuck in the mud," he says, pointing to the back tire. "I don't think you'll be getting out of it anytime soon. The nearest tow truckers are an hour out, and at this late of night, I'd doubt they'd come out until morning." "Damn, that sucks. Do you know of a hotel nearby?" "I'm the owner of the Castle Hotel. I was on my way there for the night. Why don't I give you a ride? The room will be free of charge." [["Thanks for the ride!"]]

Misha looks up directions to the nearest hotel, ten minutes away. They drive the ten minutes following an empty road and come across a gas station on the right and a hotel on the left. "Snacks or sleep?" [[Right, to the gas station]] [[Left, to the hotel]]

Misha and the man make small talk during the drive to the hotel. Misha takes note of the lack of buildings, homes, and people, "This place sure is a ghost town." The man chuckles and pulls into the hotel parking lot, passing a rusted gas station on the right, "It's nice to have a quiet place to relax." "Doesn't it get lonely?" Misha asks. "The occasional traveler or trucker is all I need. They make plenty of company." the man turns off his car. The hotel has a stone castle-like exterior that towers five stories high. They both get out of the car and run for shelter from the rain inside. The medieval look carries to the inside of the building through decoration. A chandelier is lit by candles in the center of the room. The floors and walls are wooden and hold many renaissances paintings. Two statue knights are posted at each end of the staircase. "I'll put you in room 510. It's the biggest room and bed in the hotel," the man says. "Thank you, I appreciate it," Misha turns to the man grabbing the key off the wall. "I didn't catch your name?" "You can call me Mr. Hearst," he says, handing the key over to Misha. "This is the least I can do. The room will be up the stairs and to the left at the end of the hall. I'll call the tow company in the morning and give you a call when they get here." "Again, Thank you!" Misha starts their way up the stairs, passing level after level until they get to the fifth floor. They turn right and walk through the narrow hall. <center><img src="Assets/hallway.jpg"></center> Misha unlocks room 510, and the door creaks open to a massive space. A king-sized bed lays center of the room, and a tv blends into the wall with a picture frame around it. The decorations stay true to the renaissance theme, with two paintings on either side of the bed. Misha sets their bag down and hops into the bed. The warmth and fluffiness engulf their tired mind. What time do they wake up? [[3:00am ]] [[3:30am ]]

Misha parks in front of the gas station and gets out of the car. An older man looks up from cutting up a newspaper when they enter. Behind the older man is a wall full of newspaper clippings and missing people reports. Various wrinkled and young faces stare along with the man. Misha takes a step towards the three small isles of snacks. They pick through the isles finding a few items salvageable—some of the packaging labeled with expiration dates from three years ago. "Quite the storm out there," the old man says. Misha turns to face him and walks to the counter. "Yeah, it's making me stop for the night." The older man grabs the food with shaky hands. "I wouldn't stay in this town. Try the next County an hour out from here." "I don't think I'll be getting that far tonight. Is there a problem with the hotel across the street?" Misha asks. "This town used to be a lively place, but once the new owner of that hotel arrived, things changed." The older man scratches at his face and sighs. "It's like a ghost town now. People don't show up anymore, and the ones that do stay there and I never see again." "Isn't that normal for a small town with only a gas station and a hotel?" "The people always stop here before going in there, and they always say they'll come back in the morning. They never do. I remember all the faces I see in here," he shoves a thumb over his shoulder, pointing at the wall behind him. "They all end up on a piece of paper with an award and the word 'missing' painted on it." The man tapped a hand on the half-cut missing reports on the counter. It was a picture of a young girl. "She was here last weekend." "Maybe you've got their faces mixed up," Misha says. The old man shakes his head and sighs, "If you stay there tonight, keep your wits about you, kid, and don't trust the man working there." "I'll come back in the morning to give you peace of mind. You should think about taking the reports down and restocking when I do. Maybe it'll bring back more customers." Misha smiles and leaves with the bag of snacks. [[To the hotel]]

Misha drives across the street to the Castle Hotel. The hotel has a stone castle-like exterior that towers five stories high. Misha parks and runs for shelter from the rain. The medieval look carries to the inside of the building through decoration. A chandelier is lit by candles in the center of the room. The floors and walls are wooden and hold many renaissances paintings. Two statue knights are posted at each end of the staircase. The lobby is empty when they walk to the front desk. Behind it are five rows and ten columns of keys hanging on pegs. "Hello, is anyone here?" Misha calls out. "I'd like a room." "Give me one moment, and I'll be right with you." A young man walked through the front door soaked to the bone. "It's raining pretty hard, isn't it?" "Yeah, too slick to drive in." Misha laughs. The man walks around the desk. "Just a room for the night?" "Yes, please." "I'll put you in room 510. It's the biggest room and bed in the hotel," the man writes something down then looks up. "Name?" "Misha Wellings." "Alright, Misha, you can pay for everything in the morning when you checkout. I'm sure you want to get to sleep." the man turns to grab the room key off the wall. He eyes Misha when he hands over the key. Misha takes it then points to the front door. "Meal-wise, does the gas station sell anything good?" "The old crow working there doesn't restock the shelves. There are snacks in each room here. However, if you want three-year-old food with a side of mold, be my guest," the man smiles. "Room snacks will do. Thank you," Misha laughs. "I didn't catch your name?" "You can call me Mr. Hearst," he nods. "I hope you enjoy the room and snacks." "I will," Misha says, starting up the stairs passing level after level until they get to the fifth floor. They turn right and walk through the narrow hall. <center><img src="Assets/hallway.jpg"></center> Misha unlocks room 510, and the door creaks open to a massive space. A king-sized bed lays center of the room, and a tv blends into the wall with a picture frame around it. Under it is a wooden stand with hand-wrapped snacks on a plate and a little note saying enjoy. Misha removes the wrapping and grimaces at the small treats, "Smells like soap." Misha throws the treat away and walk further into the room. The decorations stay true to the renaissance theme, with two paintings on either side of the bed. Misha sets their bag down and hops into the bed. The warmth and fluffiness engulf their tired mind. What time do they wake up? [[3:00am ]] [[3:30am ]]

Misha drives across the street to the Castle Hotel. The hotel has a stone castle-like exterior that towers five stories high. Misha parks and runs for shelter from the rain. The medieval look carries to the inside of the building through decoration. A chandelier is lit by candles in the center of the room. The floors and walls are wooden and hold many renaissances paintings. Two statue knights are posted at each end of the staircase. The lobby is empty when they walk to the front desk. Behind it are five rows and ten columns of keys hanging on pegs. "Hello, is anyone here?" Misha calls out. "I'd like a room." "Give me one moment, and I'll be right with you." A young man walked through the front door soaked to the bone. "It's raining pretty hard, isn't it?" "Yeah, too slick to drive in." Misha laughs. The man walks around the desk. "Just a room for the night?" "Yes, please." "I'll put you in room 510. It's the biggest room and bed in the hotel," the man writes something down then looks up. "Name?" "Misha Wellings." "Alright, Misha, you can pay for everything in the morning when you checkout. I'm sure you just want to get to sleep." the man turns to grab the room key off the wall. He eyes Misha when he hands over the key, his eyes stopping on the gas station bag. "The old man didn't bother you too much, did he? He tells some crazy stories about this place." "He said this place causes people to go missing. That every one that comes in here he remembers." Misha chuckles. "But he's getting old. Stories and spotty memory is what the mind does when it's lived too long." "You're not at least a bit worried by the 'missing' superstition?" Misha laughs, "Should I be?" The man smiles and hands over the key, "Of course not. As you said, the mind creates outstanding illusions. The room will be up the stairs and to the left at the end of the hall." "Thank you, I appreciate it," Misha takes the key. "I didn't catch your name?" "You can call me Mr. Hearst," he nods. "I hope you can sleep well through the storm." "I'm a heavy sleeper; it won't even faze me," Misha says, starting up the stairs passing level after level until they get to the fifth floor. They turn right and walk through the narrow hall. <center><img src="Assets/hallway.jpg"></center> Misha unlocks room 510, and the door creaks open to a massive space. A king-sized bed lays center of the room, and a tv blends into the wall with a picture frame around it. The decorations stay true to the renaissance theme, with two paintings on either side of the bed. Misha sets their bag down and hops into the bed. The warmth and fluffiness engulf their tired mind. What time do they wake up? [[3:00am ]] [[3:30am ]]

At three o'clock in the morning, lighting reflects across the walls while thunder rattles through the room. Misha startles awake in time to see the lights flicker then go out around them. The fake candle at the bedside table gives off a soft glow, along with a red light coming from the crack below the hotel room's door. Misha reaches for the phone on the nightstand and picks it up. The phone dials, and an automated message comes through, "In case of emergencies, please stay in your room. If you have a complaint, please dial four and leave your name and room number after the tone. This phone is operated by Castle Hotel's sponsor, Generated Solar's--" Misha hangs up the phone, "This must happen a lot." Misha rolls over on the bed and their stomach growls. What do they do? [[Go back to sleep ]] [[Eat the snacks from the gas station]] <audio autoplay> <source src="Assets/thunder.wav"></audio>

Misha wakes up to the sound of something creaking open. They peek open their eyes, seeing that the power has gone out and a soft glow from the emergency light in the hallway leak into the room from the bottom of the closed door. Misha rolls over to grab their phone but freezes when it illuminates a painting, opening off the wall like a secret door. A small tunnel and someone crouching in the opening with Misha's phone in hand was in the wall. It blinks, and Misha bolts upright and out of bed. The person in the wall runs off with Misha's phone, leaving the painting open. [[Go after Misha's phone ]] [[Screw Misha's phone, get out of there ]]

At three o'clock in the morning, lighting reflects across the walls while thunder rattles through the room. Misha startles awake in time to see the lights flicker then go out around them. The fake candle at the bedside table gives off a soft glow, along with a red light coming from the crack below the hotel room's door. Misha reaches for the phone on the nightstand and picks it up. The phone dials, and an automated message comes through, "In case of emergencies, please stay in your room. If you have a complaint, please dial four and leave your name and room number after the tone. This phone is operated by Castle Hotel's sponsor, Generated Solar's--" Misha hangs up the phone, "This must happen a lot." Misha rolls over on the bed and their stomach growls. What do they do? [[Go back to sleep ]] [[Find something to eat]] <audio autoplay> <source src="Assets/thunder.wav"></audio>

Misha ignores their growling stomach and gets comfortable in the bed again and falls back into a light sleep. [[3:30am ]]

Misha gets out of bed and walks to the door. They open it and are engulfed in red emergency exit lights lighting the dark hallways. Misha closes the door behind them and grabs their phone out of their pocket. Turning it on, Misha starts walking down the hallway, stopping halfway to the stairs at a vending machine. The vending machine is filled with the same handmade snacks the room had. Misha sighs and rubs their stomach. Their phone buzzes. A message from Aunty, "The key is out for you. I'm about to go to bed. Did you stop?" Misha opens his messages but pauses when they hear a thud on the stairs. [[Text Aunty back]] [[Go to the staircase]]

Misha sends a quick text, "Stopped at Castle Hotel in Westmount. Will be there by breakfast." Footsteps sound at the top of the stairs, and Misha pokes their head around the corner to look. A shadow walks up the stairs before pausing. It looks at Misha and bolts back down the stairs. [[Go after the shadow]] [["It's propbably just a kid." Go back to the room]]

Misha sees a small figure hurry down the stairs then disappear. They lean over the rail to listen to the footsteps. Misha's stomach growls again. [["It's propbably just a kid." Go back to the room]] [[Go after the shadow]]

Misha runs towards the stairs and follows the noise to the fourth floor. The footsteps stop when they reach the end of the stairs. Misha listens for sounds and hears nothing. They look further into the hallway and see an open door. A light flickers inside the room and spills out into the hallway. [[Go into the room]] [[Report the noise to the lobby]]

Misha turns on their heels and starts down the stairs. As they pass the third floor, the emergency lights flicker. Misha continues down the stairs to the second floor, and all lights go out entirely. Misha pulls out their phone and turns on the flashlight. They continue to the second floor, only to pause when they hear talking. "He almost saw you, you fool." Mr. Hearst says. "No. No. I was silent, not a word. Not a sound." The voice was slightly lower and with a lisp. "The kid will stay on floor four." "And what if they follow? Have you thought that far?" Mr. Hearst says. "Then we invite them to play." The person jumped excitedly. "Yes, yes! To stuff, to play." A smack echoes down the hall, "Silence before Misha comes looking. You better hope they go back to bed, or I'll stuff you." [[Go back to Misha's room and leave]] [[Screw, Misha's things. Leave]]

Behind the painting is a long dark path that leads behind the walls of the hotel. They are large enough for someone to fit inside but not stand. Misha crawls into the small opening and uses there phone to light the way through. <img scr="Assets/tunnel.jpg"> Center-justified Misha gets a little way's down the tunnel when they see stairs. Misha slowly walks don them until they see a small canvas' back. Through the thin material Misha could hear a woman crying and singing along to a scratched record. Behind the painting is a long dark path that leads behind the walls of the hotel. They are large enough for someone to fit inside but not stand. Misha crawls into the small opening and uses there phone to light the way through. <img scr="Assets/tunnel.jpg"> Center-justified Misha gets a little way's down the tunnel when they see stairs. Misha slowly walks down them until then sees a small canvas' back. Through the thin material Misha could hear a woman crying and singing along to a scratched record. Misha pushes the canvas open and stepped into the room. There was a horrible smell of something rotting mixed with copper. The room was decorated for a party with a small table in the center. On the table was handmade snacks on three plates. One plate sate in front of an empty chair, the other was in front of a woman sat across from the table. She was tied up to her seat. She looked young and dirty, with bruises and dried blood on her face and clothes. To her left was the thrid plate covered in maggets and a dead corpses leaning over it. There were pins in his face holding a smile in place. The mans skin was grey and his eye were stuck fully open. There was a fork clutched into his right hand and a rusted knife in his left. Misha shook and looked back to the woman who was staring at them in fear. "Shhh," the woman cried. "They'll come back here if they hear you." She started to sing again and sniffed. Misha stepped forward and rounded the table, touching her arm softly. "What aren't you trying to get out?" Misha whispered, tugging at her ropes. She shook her head, "I tried." Misha tugged at the bindings again then looked for something to help her out of it. The rusted knife in the corpses hand was the only sharp object in the room. Misha got closer to the man and held his breath. Misha grabbed hold of the knife and pulled back, snapping the mans fingers off as they did. Misha ignored the stuck finger around the handle and cut there way through the womans ropes. Footsteps started outside the door. "Hurry, Please hurry." Misha cut through the rest of the rope and helped her stand. [[Call the police ]] [[Through the door ]]

Misha bolts out of the room and back up the stairs, going straight into room 510. When they get there they shut the door softly behind them. Misha turns to grab there things. "Going somewhere?" Mr. Hearst swings a bat into the side of Misha's head. There sight warps from the hit then everything goes dark. [[Wake up!]]

Misha hears a door creak open then shut. As the footsteps fade, Misha steps out of the frame and runs down the rest of the stairs. They get to the bottom of the stairs and start bolting through the lobby to the front doors. Upon exiting, they slide on the wet pavement. A girl screams when they reach the door of their car. Misha pulls on the handle to open the door, but the vehicle is locked, and their keys are still in their room. Misha pulls out their phone and dials 9-1-1. "Hello? Hello, is anyone there?" The phone catches Misha's attention. "Yes, my name is Misha Wellings. I'm at Castle Hotel in Westmount County. The owner has secret tunnels inside the hotel to spy on his guest. His name is Mr. Hearst, and I think he just hurt someone." "Are you in any danger right now?" the operator asks. "I don't think so. I'm hiding outside." "Okay, a dispatch team will be sent out soon, but stay on the phone with me until they get there. Can you find another building nearby so we can pinpoint your location?" Misha looked around, "Yes, the gas station. Beans." Another scream was heard over the rain, "Please, hurry." "Wait in the gas station." Misha runs into the gas station. They see a wall of missing people's reports and newspaper articles on them. "A dispatch team is on their way to Eastmount County, Beans gas station." the operator says. "Wait, No! I'm in Westmount!" Misha shouts. "Hello, are you still there?" the operator asks. "Yes, yes. You're going to the wrong place!" Misha shouts when the phone cuts out, and the call fails. "No!" "Why do you want to leave? We were about to have a party," The man with the lisp stands in front of the door with a bat in hand, blocking Misha in. "Mr. Hearst won't like that you ran to my station, so I better bring you back silent and still." the man leaped forward with his bat and hit Misha on the side of the head. Misha heard a crack before everything went dark. [[The Castle Hotel]]

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Behind the painting is a long dark path that leads behind the walls of the hotel. Misha crawls into the small opening and follows the glow of their phone, until the sound of scuffling stopped and the light shut off. <center><img src="Assets/tunnel.jpg"></center> A small click bounces off the tunnels walls and Misha starts to crawl forward again slowly. They keep there hand alond the jagged wall as they wall. Stoping a few minutes later when they hear something on the other side of the wall. "He almost saw you, you fool." Mr. Hearst says. Misha reaches out there hand toward the sound. There fingers making contact with the back of a canvas. "No. No. I was silent, not a word. Not a sound." The voice was slightly lower and with a lisp. "The kid will stay on floor four." Misha brings there hand back when theirs a light that causes the figures to glow through the painting. "And what if they follows? Have you thought that far?" Mr. Hearst says. "Then we invite them to play." The person jumped excitedly. "Yes, yes! To stuff; to play." Mr. Hearst smacks the smaller man, "Silence before Misha comes looking. You better hope they go back to bed, or I'll stuff you." He turns and the little man follows. [[Go through the canvas and make a run for it]] [[Find another way out through the tunnel]]

Misha quickly grabs there bag and heads to the door. They burst through it keeping the door open and heads to the stairs. Misha takes the stairs down two at a time until they get to the fourth floor. Misha hears a soft thud. They look further into the hallway and see an open door. A light flickers inside the room and spills out into the hallway. [[Misha, keep moving]] [[Go into the room ]]

Misha shrugs, going back to the room. They close the door behind them and eye the last snack on the stand under the tv. Misha's stomach growls, "Screw it, I'm hungry." Misha takes the treat that smells like soap and eats the whole thing in a couple of bites. They gag and sit on the edge of the bed, "Gross." Misha stands to get water and is hit with a dizzy spell. Their sight warps as they start to walk. Then everything goes dark. [[Wake up!]]

Misha Wakes up to a horrable smell of something rotting mixed with copper. They try to move but ropes are around there arms and legs, binding them to a chair. Misha shakes there head and notices a woman crying and struggling to sing along with a scratched record. Misha blinks away the fogginess in there eyes and looks up. The room was decorated for a party with a small table in the center of the room. On the table was more of the handmade snacks on three plates. One plate sate in front of Misha the other was in front of a woman sat across from the table, tied up in a chair. She looked young and dirty, with bruises and dried blood on her face and clothes. To Misha's right was the thrid plate covered in maggets and a dead corpses leaning over it. There were pins in his face holding a smile in place. The mans skin was grey and his eye were stuck fully open. There was a fork clutched into his right hand and a rusted knife in his left. Misha shok in there seat, trying to get out of the binds and ready to scream. "Shhh," the woman cried. "They'll come back here if they hear you." She started to sing again and sniffed. "What aren't you trying to get out?" Misha whispered. She shook her head, not anwsering. Misha tugged at the bindings again then looked for something to help them out of it. The rusted knife in the corpses hand was the only sharp object in the room. Misha jumped in the chair to get it closer to the man. The woman sniffed, "Stop, he'll hear you." "Sing louder then." The woman listen and Misha pushed forward, fingers brushing cold skin. Misha grabbed hold of the knife and pulled back, snapping the mans fingers off as they did. Misha ignored the stuck finger around the handle and cut there way through the ropes to get out. Footsteps started outside the door. "Hurry, Please hurry." Misha cut through the rest of the rope and stood. [[Call the police ]]

Misha turns on their heels and starts down the stairs. As they pass the third floor, the emergency lights flicker. Misha walks halfway down the stairs to the second floor when all lights go out entirely. They continue to the second floor with their hand running against the wall, only to pause when they hear talking. "He almost saw you, you fool." Mr. Hearst says. "No. No. I was silent, not a word. Not a sound." The voice was slightly lower and with a lisp. "The kid will stay on his floor." "And what if they follows? Have you thought that far?" Mr. Hearst says. "Then we invite them to play." The person jumped excitedly. "Yes, yes! To stuff, to play." A smack echoes down the hall, "Silence before Misha comes looking. You better hope they go back to bed, or I'll stuff you." [[Go back to Misha's room and leave]] [[Misha, no distractions]]

Misha walks to the open door of room 404. They slowly push it open to see the room in absolute distress. The fake candle is on its side on the floor. Sheets from the bed are tangled on the floor. A man's belongings are strewn about the room, some hanging outside the bag turned over at the foot of the bed. "What happened in here?" Misha whispers to themselves. They walk further into the room then stop. A painting in the corner of the room hangs open off the wall. Misha walks to the open door of room 404. They slowly push it open to see the room in absolute distress. The fake candle is on its side on the floor. Sheets from the bed are tangled on the floor. A man's belongings are strewn about the room, some hanging outside the bag turned over at the foot of the bed. "What happened in here?" Misha whispers to themselves. They walk further into the room then stop. A painting in the corner of the room hangs open off the wall. Behind the painting is a long dark path that leads behind the walls of the hotel. They are large enough for someone to fit inside but not stand. Misha crawls into the small opening and uses there phone to light the way through. <center><img src="Assets/tunnel.jpg"></center> Misha gets a little way's down the tunnel when they see stairs. Misha slowly walks down them until then sees a small canvas' back. Through the thin material Misha could hear a woman crying and singing along to a scratched record. Misha pushes the canvas open and stepped into the room. There was a horrible smell of something rotting mixed with copper. The room was decorated for a party with a small table in the center. On the table was handmade snacks on three plates. One plate sate in front of an empty chair, the other was in front of a woman sat across from the table. She was tied up to her seat. She looked young and dirty, with bruises and dried blood on her face and clothes. To her left was the thrid plate covered in maggets and a dead corpses leaning over it. There were pins in his face holding a smile in place. The mans skin was grey and his eye were stuck fully open. There was a fork clutched into his right hand and a rusted knife in his left. Misha shook and looked back to the woman who was staring at them in fear. "Shhh," the woman cried. "They'll come back here if they hear you." She started to sing again and sniffed. Misha stepped forward and rounded the table, touching her arm softly. "What aren't you trying to get out?" Misha whispered, tugging at her ropes. She shook her head, "I tried." Misha tugged at the bindings again then looked for something to help her out of it. The rusted knife in the corpses hand was the only sharp object in the room. Misha got closer to the man and held his breath. Misha grabbed hold of the knife and pulled back, snapping the mans fingers off as they did. Misha ignored the stuck finger around the handle and cut there way through the womans ropes. Footsteps started outside the door. "Hurry, Please hurry." Misha cut through the rest of the rope and helped her stand. [[Through the door ]]

Misha burts through the canvas and runs towards the stairs. Halfway down the flight they can see the front doors to the hotel. Behind the painting is a long dark path that leads behind the walls of the hotel. Misha crawls into the small opening and follows the glow of their phone, until the sound of scuffling stopped and the light shut off. <center><img src="Assets/tunnel.jpg"></center> A small click bounces off the tunnels walls and Misha starts to crawl forward again slowly. They keep there hand alond the jagged wall as they wall. Stoping a few minutes later when they hear something on the other side of the wall. "He almost saw you, you fool." Mr. Hearst says. Misha reaches out there hand toward the sound. There fingers making contact with the back of a canvas. "No. No. I was silent, not a word. Not a sound." The voice was slightly lower and with a lisp. "The kid will stay on floor four." Misha brings there hand back when theirs a light that causes the figures to glow through the painting. "And what if they follows? Have you thought that far?" Mr. Hearst says. "Then we invite them to play." The person jumped excitedly. "Yes, yes! To stuff; to play." Mr. Hearst smacks the smaller man, "Silence before Misha comes looking. You better hope they go back to bed, or I'll stuff you." He turns and the little man follows. [[Go through the canvas and make a run for it ]] [[Find another way out through the tunnel ]]

Misha continues a little way's down the tunnel when it suddenly drops. Misha crashes into another small canvas' back and groans. The painting creaks open a sliver, and Misha tries to sit up slowly. They fell down what felt like stone stairs. Misha could hear a woman crying and singing along to a scratched record. Misha blinks away the dizzines from there fall and looks up. Through the thin crack, they could see the room flickering with light. There was a horrible smell of something rotting mixed with copper. Misha pushes the canvas open and stepped into the room. The room was decorated for a party with a small table in the center. On the table was handmade snacks on three plates. One plate sate in front of an empty chair, the other was in front of a woman sat across from the table. She was tied up to her seat. She looked young and dirty, with bruises and dried blood on her face and clothes. To her left was the thrid plate covered in maggets and a dead corpses leaning over it. There were pins in his face holding a smile in place. The mans skin was grey and his eye were stuck fully open. There was a fork clutched into his right hand and a rusted knife in his left. Misha shook and looked back to the woman who was staring at them in fear. "Shhh," the woman cried. "They'll come back here if they hear you." She started to sing again and sniffed. Misha stepped forward and rounded the table, touching her arm softly. "What aren't you trying to get out?" Misha whispered, tugging at her ropes. She shook her head, "I tried." Misha tugged at the bindings again then looked for something to help her out of it. The rusted knife in the corpses hand was the only sharp object in the room. Misha got closer to the man and held his breath. Misha grabbed hold of the knife and pulled back, snapping the mans fingers off as they did. Misha ignored the stuck finger around the handle and cut there way through the womans ropes. Footsteps started outside the door. "Hurry, Please hurry." Misha cut through the rest of the rope and helped her stand. [[Through the door ]]

Misha picks there way through the snacks and plays on there phone. They start to get thirsty. Misha gets out of bed and walks to the door. They open it and are engulfed in red emergency exit lights, lighting the dark hallways. Misha closes the door behind them and grabs their phone out of their pocket. Turning it on, Misha starts walking down the hallway, stopping halfway to the stairs at the ice machine. The ice machine rummbles softly. Their phone buzzes. A message from Aunty, "The key is out for you. I'm about to go to bed. Did you stop?" Misha opens his messages, but pauses when they hear a thud on the stairs. [[Text Aunty back ]] [[Go to the staircase ]]

Misha quickly heads to the door. They burst through it, keeping the door open and heads to the stairs. Misha takes the stairs down two at a time until they get to the fourth floor. Misha hears a soft thud. They look further into the hallway and see an open door. A light flickers inside the room and spills out into the hallway. [[Misha, keep moving ]] [[Go into the room ]]

Misha continues a little way's down the tunnel when it suddenly drops. Misha crashes into another small canvas' back and groans. The painting creaks open a sliver, and Misha tries to sit up slowly. They fell down what felt like stone stairs. Misha could hear a woman crying and singing along to a scratched record. Misha blinks away the dizzines from there fall and looks up. Through the thin crack, they could see the room flickering with light. There was a horrible smell of something rotting mixed with copper. Misha pushes the canvas open and stepped into the room. The room was decorated for a party with a small table in the center. On the table was handmade snacks on three plates. One plate sate in front of an empty chair, the other was in front of a woman sat across from the table. She was tied up to her seat. She looked young and dirty, with bruises and dried blood on her face and clothes, but she was unmistakably the young woman from the newspaper clippings. Cassy Fields. To her left was the thrid plate covered in maggets and a dead corpses leaning over it. There were pins in his face holding a smile in place. The mans skin was grey and his eye were stuck fully open. There was a fork clutched into his right hand and a rusted knife in his left. Misha shook and looked back to the woman who was staring at them in fear. "Shhh," the woman cried. "They'll come back here if they hear you." She started to sing again and sniffed. Misha stepped forward and rounded the table, touching her arm softly. "What aren't you trying to get out?" Misha whispered, tugging at her ropes. She shook her head, "I tried." Misha tugged at the bindings again then looked for something to help her out of it. The rusted knife in the corpses hand was the only sharp object in the room. Misha got closer to the man and held his breath. Misha grabbed hold of the knife and pulled back, snapping the mans fingers off as they did. Misha ignored the stuck finger around the handle and cut there way through the womans ropes. Footsteps started outside the door. "Hurry, Please hurry." Misha cut through the rest of the rope and helped her stand. [[Through the door]]

Misha walks to the open door of room 404. They slowly push it open to see the room in absolute distress. The fake candle is on its side on the floor. Sheets from the bed are tangled on the floor. A man's belongings are strewn about the room, some hanging outside the bag turned over at the foot of the bed. "What happened in here?" Misha whispers to themselves. They walk further into the room then stop. A painting in the corner of the room hangs open off the wall. Behind the painting is a long dark path that leads behind the walls of the hotel. They are large enough for someone to fit inside but not stand. Misha crawls into the small opening and uses there phone to light the way through. <center><img src="Assets/tunnel.jpg"></center> Misha gets a little way's down the tunnel when they see stairs. Misha slowly walks down them until then sees a small canvas' back. Through the thin material Misha could hear a woman crying and singing along to a scratched record. Misha pushes the canvas open and stepped into the room. There was a horrible smell of something rotting mixed with copper. The room was decorated for a party with a small table in the center. On the table was handmade snacks on three plates. One plate sate in front of an empty chair, the other was in front of a woman sat across from the table. She was tied up to her seat. She looked young and dirty, with bruises and dried blood on her face and clothes, but she was unmistakably the young woman from the newspaper clippings. To her left was the thrid plate covered in maggets and a dead corpses leaning over it. There were pins in his face holding a smile in place. The mans skin was grey and his eye were stuck fully open. There was a fork clutched into his right hand and a rusted knife in his left. Misha shook and looked back to the woman who was staring at them in fear. "Shhh," the woman cried. "They'll come back here if they hear you." She started to sing again and sniffed. Misha stepped forward and rounded the table, touching her arm softly. "What aren't you trying to get out?" Misha whispered, tugging at her ropes. She shook her head, "I tried." Misha tugged at the bindings again then looked for something to help her out of it. The rusted knife in the corpses hand was the only sharp object in the room. Misha got closer to the man and held his breath. Misha grabbed hold of the knife and pulled back, snapping the mans fingers off as they did. Misha ignored the stuck finger around the handle and cut there way through the womans ropes. Footsteps started outside the door. "Hurry, Please hurry." Misha cut through the rest of the rope and helped her stand. [[Through the door]]

Misha sneaks passed the second floor hallway and turns down the next flight of stairs. On the first floor Misha can hear a record player scrating. It sounded like a woman crying and singing to an old song. Looking down the hall, Misha could see light coming out of a room. [[Go into the room ]] [[Screw, Misha's things. Leave ]]

Misha hears a door creak open then shut. As the footsteps fade, Misha steps to run for it down the rest of the stairs with Cassy. They get to the bottom of the stairs and start bolting through the lobby to the front doors. Upon exiting, Misha slides on the wet pavement. Cassy helps them up and continues running with Misha. They reach the door of their car. Misha pulls on the handle to open the door, but the vehicle is locked, and their keys are still in their room. Misha pulls Cassy in the direction of the gas station. Misha bursts through the doors and shouts, "Hello, old man? I need your help!" Misha's shout was followed by silence. Searching the counter, Misha finds an old phone. They dial 9-1-1 and stretch the cord under the desk. "9-1-1, What is the state of your emergency?" The operator asks. "Yes, my name is Misha Wellings. I'm with Cassy Fields, the missing woman, at Castle Hotel in Westmount County. The owner has killed and kidnapped the people staying here. His name is Mr. Hearst." "Are you in any danger?" the operator asks. "Yes, I got Cassy out of the hotel. We are hiding in the gas station across the street. He's trying to find us now." Misha whispers when a shout across the street echoes through the rain. "Okay, a dispatch team is on their way, but stay on the phone with me until they get there. Can you find a way to block the entrance?" Misha looked around the room, the food racks. They grabbed Cassy's hand, "Stay low and help me move the racks in front of the door." Cassy lets go of Misha's hand and help push the racks against the door. "Cassy!" Mr. Hearst shouts. "I can see the mud on the street. Do you think you're safe with them?" Cassy slaps her hands to her mouth and ducks behind the blocked door. She looks to Misha. Misha crouches and crawls back to the phone. "He's outside the door. Are they almost here?" "They are five minutes out. Is there anywhere you guys can hide within the store?" "Behind the counter, but we can't get to it without being seen through the window." "Okay, is there an emergency exit?" Misha turns his head to the back of the small station. "Yes." "Crawl to that door and when I tell you to, go through it and run south down the Weston street." "Okay." Misha tells Cassy to crawl to the door while they stay on the phone. Misha pulls the cord as far as it will go, leaving them feets' away from the Cassy and the door. Misha waits on the phone as Mr. Hearst starts pounding on the door. He stops, and Misha looks over the rack to see if he's left. Mr. Hearst raises a giant rock over his head and throws it at the glass window left to the doors. Misha Ducks as glass falls around them, and Cassy shrieks. Mr. Hearst climbs through the window. "Run!" the operator says. Misha relay's the shout and drops the phone. Cassy runs into the rain, and the door shuts behind her. Misha pushes on the hand, but Mr. Hearst stops them from running further. "Hasn't anyone taught you not to touch what's not yours?" Mr. Hearst says, dragging Misha back by their shirt. He pulls him back to the window, and Misha scrabbles to escape. Misha's hands connect with a broken shard of glass, and they pick it up. Misha twists in Mr. Hearst's grasp and shoves the fragment into the back of his leg. Mr. Hearst shouts and clutches his leg, setting Misha free. Misha jumps through the window and runs down the street as the operator says. "Cassy?" Misha calls when they don't catch up to her. Suddenly, Misha is swallowed by police lights. The car stops, and Cassy gets out of one of the doors. She runs up to Misha and hugs him. "Thank you." <center><img src="Assets/car.jpg"></center> Misha hugs her back, and an officer approaches them. "He's in the gas station. I stabbed him with a piece of glass to get away." After a lengthy interview and a checkup, Misha was back on their way to their Aunty's. [[At Aunty's]]

Misha sends a quick text, "Stopped at Castle Hotel in Westmount. Will be there by breakfast." Footsteps sound at the top of the stairs, and Misha pokes their head around the corner to look. A shadow walks up the stairs before pausing. It looks at Misha and bolts back down the stairs. [[Go after the shadow ]] [["It's propbably just a kid." Go back to the room ]]

Misha shrugs, going back to the room. They close the door behind them. When Misha turns around, they are met with a bat flying towards their head. There sight warps from the hit then everything goes dark. [[Wake up! ]]

Misha Wakes up to a horrible smell of smothing rotting mixed with copper. They try to move but ropes are around there arms and legs, binding them to a chair. Misha shakes there head and notices a woman crying and struggling to sing along with a scratched record. Misha blinks away the fogginess in there eyes and looks up. The room was decorated for a party with a small table in the center of the room. On the table was more of the handmade snacks on three plates. One plate sate in front of Misha the other was in front of a woman sat across from the table, tied up in a chair. She looked young and dirty, with bruises and dried blood on her face and clothes. She looked young and dirty, with bruises and dried blood on her face and clothes, but she was unmistakably the young woman from the newspaper clippings. Cassy Feilds. To Misha's right was the thrid plate covered in maggets and a dead corpses leaning over it. There were pins in his face holding a smile in place. The mans skin was grey and his eye were stuck fully open. There was a fork clutched into his right hand and a rusted knife in his left. Misha shok in there seat, trying to get out of the binds and ready to scream. "Shhh," the woman cried. "They'll come back here if they hear you." She started to sing again and sniffed. "What aren't you trying to get out?" Misha whispered. She shook her head, not anwsering. Misha tugged at the bindings again then looked for something to help them out of it. The rusted knife in the corpses hand was the only sharp object in the room. Misha jumped in the chair to get it closer to the man. The woman sniffed, "Stop, he'll hear you." "Sing louder then." The woman listen and Misha pushed forward, fingers brushing cold skin. Misha grabbed hold of the knife and pulled back, snapping the mans fingers off as they did. Misha ignored the stuck finger around the handle and cut there way through the ropes to get out. Footsteps started outside the door. "Hurry, Please hurry." Misha cut through the rest of the rope and stood and then runs over to Cassy, cutting her free. [[Call the police]]

Behind the painting is a long dark path that leads behind the walls of the hotel. They are large enough for someone to fit inside but not stand. Misha crawls into the small opening and uses there phone to light the way through. <center><img src="Assets/tunnel.jpg"></center> Misha gets a little way's down the tunnel when they see stairs. Misha slowly walks down them until then sees a small canvas' back. Through the thin material Misha could hear a woman crying and singing along to a scratched record. Misha pushes the canvas open and stepped into the room. There was a horrible smell of something rotting mixed with copper. The room was decorated for a party with a small table in the center. On the table was handmade snacks on three plates. One plate sate in front of an empty chair, the other was in front of a woman sat across from the table. She was tied up to her seat. She looked young and dirty, with bruises and dried blood on her face and clothes, but she was unmistakably the young woman from the newspaper clippings. Cassy Fields. To her left was the thrid plate covered in maggets and a dead corpses leaning over it. There were pins in his face holding a smile in place. The mans skin was grey and his eye were stuck fully open. There was a fork clutched into his right hand and a rusted knife in his left. Misha shook and looked back to the woman who was staring at them in fear. "Shhh," the woman cried. "They'll come back here if they hear you." She started to sing again and sniffed. Misha stepped forward and rounded the table, touching her arm softly. "What aren't you trying to get out?" Misha whispered, tugging at her ropes. She shook her head, "I tried." Misha tugged at the bindings again then looked for something to help her out of it. The rusted knife in the corpses hand was the only sharp object in the room. Misha got closer to the man and held his breath. Misha grabbed hold of the knife and pulled back, snapping the mans fingers off as they did. Misha ignored the stuck finger around the handle and cut there way through the womans ropes. Footsteps started outside the door. "Hurry, Please hurry." Misha cut through the rest of the rope and helped her stand. [[Call the police]] [[Through the door]]

Misha hears a door creak open then shut. As the footsteps fade, Misha steps makes a run for it down the rest of the stairs. They get to the bottom of the stairs and start bolting through the lobby to the front doors. Upon exiting, they slide on the wet pavement. A girl screams when they reach the door of their car. Misha pulls on the handle to open the door, but the vehicle is locked, and their keys are still in their room. Misha pulls out their phone and dials 9-1-1. "Hello? Hello, is anyone there?" The phone catches Misha's attention. "Yes, my name is Misha Wellings. I'm at Castle Hotel in Westmount County. The owner has secret tunnels inside the hotel to spy on his guest. His name is Mr. Hearst, and I think he just hurt someone." "Are you in any danger right now?" the operator asks. "I don't think so. I'm hiding outside." "Okay, a dispatch team will be sent out soon, but stay on the phone with me until they get there. Can you find another building nearby so we can pinpoint your location?" Misha turns around, "Yes, the gas station. Beans." Another scream was heard over the rain, "Please, hurry." "Wait in the gas station." Misha runs into the gas station. They see a wall of missing people's reports and newspaper articles on them. "A dispatch team is on their way to Eastmount County, Beans gas station." the operator says. "Wait, No! I'm in Westmount!" Misha shouts. "Hello, are you still there?" the operator asks. "Yes, yes. You're going to the wrong place!" Misha shouts when the phone cuts out, and the call fails. "No!" "Why do you want to leave? We were about to have a party," The man with the lisp stands in front of the door with a bat in hand, blocking Misha in. "Mr. Hearst won't like that you ran to my station, so I better bring you back silent and still," the man leaped forward with his bat and hit Misha on the side of the head. Misha heard a crack before everything went dark. [[The Castle Hotel]]

Misha hears a door creak open then shut. As the footsteps fade, Misha steps to run for it down the rest of the stairs with the girl. They get to the bottom of the stairs and start bolting through the lobby to the front doors. Upon exiting, Misha slides on the wet pavement. The girl helps them up and continues running with Misha. They reach the door of their car. Misha pulls on the handle to open the door, but the vehicle is locked, and their keys are still in their room. Misha pulls the girl in the direction of the gas station. Misha bursts through the doors and shouts, "Hello, ia anyone in here? I need help!" Misha's shout was followed by silence. Searching the station, Misha sees a wall full of newspaper clippings and missing people reports. Among the various faces was a girls. Cassy Fields. Misha turns to the girl beside them and connects the two faces– She is Cassy Fields. Misha looks back to the counter and finds an old phone. They dial 9-1-1 and stretch the cord under the desk. "9-1-1, What is the state of your emergency?" The operator asks. "Yes, my name is Misha Wellings. I'm with Cassy Fields, the missing woman, at Castle Hotel in Westmount County. The owner has killed and kidnapped the people staying here. His name is Mr. Hearst." "Are you in any danger?" the operator asks. "Yes, I got Cassy out of the hotel. We are hiding in the gas station across the street. He's trying to find us now." Misha whispers when a shout across the street echoes through the rain. "Okay, a dispatch team is on their way, but stay on the phone with me until they get there. Can you find a way to block the entrance?" Misha looked around the room, the food racks. They grabbed Cassy's hand, "Stay low and help me move the racks in front of the door." Cassy lets go of Misha's hand and help push the racks against the door. "Cassy!" Mr. Hearst shouts. "I can see the mud on the street. Do you think you're safe with them?" Cassy slaps her hands to her mouth and ducks behind the blocked door. She looks to Misha. Misha crouches and crawls back to the phone. "He's outside the door. Are they almost here?" "They are five minutes out. Is there anywhere you guys can hide within the store?" "Behind the counter, but we can't get to it without being seen through the window." "Okay, is there an emergency exit?" Misha turns his head to the back of the small station. "Yes." "Crawl to that door and when I tell you to, go through it and run south down the Weston street." "Okay." Misha tells Cassy to crawl to the door while they stay on the phone. Misha pulls the cord as far as it will go, leaving them feets' away from the Cassy and the door. Misha waits on the phone as Mr. Hearst starts pounding on the door. He stops, and Misha looks over the rack to see if he's left. Mr. Hearst raises a giant rock over his head and throws it at the glass window left to the doors. Misha Ducks as glass falls around them, and Cassy shrieks. Mr. Hearst climbs through the window. "Run!" the operator says. Misha relay's the shout and drops the phone. Cassy runs into the rain, and the door shuts behind her. Misha pushes on the hand, but Mr. Hearst stops them from running further. "Hasn't anyone taught you not to touch what's not yours?" Mr. Hearst says, dragging Misha back by their shirt. He pulls him back to the window, and Misha scrabbles to escape. Misha's hands connect with a broken shard of glass, and they pick it up. Misha twists in Mr. Hearst's grasp and shoves the fragment into the back of his leg. Mr. Hearst shouts and clutches his leg, setting Misha free. Misha jumps through the window and runs down the street as the operator says. "Cassy?" Misha calls when they don't catch up to her. Suddenly, Misha is swallowed by police lights. The car stops, and Cassy gets out of one of the doors. She runs up to Misha and hugs him. "Thank you." <center><img src="Assets/car.jpg"></center> Misha hugs her back, and an officer approaches them. "He's in the gas station. I stabbed him with a piece of glass to get away." After a lengthy interview and a checkup, Misha was back on their way to their Aunty's. [[At Aunty's]]

Misha pushes the sobbing woman behind themselves and pulls out his phone, dialing 9-1-1. "I thought I told you to keep singing, Girl!" Mr. Hearst yelled down the hall. "Party time. Party time!" the other man says, but a thud and oomph cut him off. "You go find the kid!" Mr. Hearst stopped walking for a moment. "Hello? Hello, is anyone there?" The phone caught Misha's attention. "Yes, my name is Misha Wellings. I'm with Cassy Fields, the missing woman, at Castle Hotel in Westmount County. The owner has killed and kidnapped the people staying here. His name is Mr. Hearst." There was inaudible yelling on the other side of the door. "Are you in any danger right now?" the operator asks. "Yes, he's about to come back into the room. He has someone else with him." "Okay, a dispatch team is on their way but stay on the phone with me until they get there. Can you find another way out of the building?" Misha looked around the room; there was a window. They grabbed Cassy's hand and pulled her towards it. "Yes, a window, but we are on the second story." Cassy let go of Misha's hand when the yelling in the hallway stopped. She quickly runs over to the table and flips it. She angled and wedged the table between the floor and the doorknob, causing it to jam. "Cassy!" Mr. Hearst pounds on the door. "Open this door!" Cassy ran over to the bed and stripped the sheets, tying one corner to another one. She runs back over to Misha and ties the end to the heater poles attached to the wall. "We can use the blankets." "We can climb down," Misha says to the operator, opening the window and going through first. The rain makes the blanket hard to grip, but when their feet splat on the ground, Cassy follows. Misha stands at the end to catcher her if she falls. "I have my car. I can meet up with the dispatch team on the road." Misha says. "I'll notify the team. Stay on the phone." the operator says. [[Get to the car]]

As Misha and Cassy run to their car, Cassy slips on the slick pavement. "You little thief!" Mr. Hearst screams through the rain. "That doll is mine!" Mr. Hearst grabs the woman's arm and tugs them both back to the ground, Misha hitting his head. Cassy screams, and Misha blinks away the pain. "I'll ruin you for this, Misha!" Mr. Hearst says. Misha stands on wobble feet and goes after Mr. Hearts dragging her back to the hotel. "Get your hands off of the girl," A click of a shotgun follows an older man's voice. It was the grandpa from the gas station limping closer to Mr. Hearst. Mr. Hearst stops, "That gun hasn't worked in years." Bang! The shotgun fires into the ground beside Mr. Hearst. "Want to see if the second round works, too?" Mr. Hearst grits his teeth. "Grab the girl, kid, and get out of here." the older man says. Misha walks up to Cassy and helps her up. They start to lead her to their car. "There's another guy in there, and police are on their way," Misha says to the older man. Cassy and Misha get in the car and drive off, meeting the police a mile from the hotel. <center><img src="Assets/car.jpg"></center> After a lengthy interview and a checkup, Misha was back on their way to their Aunty's. [[At Aunty's]]

Misha sits with their aunt and tells her step by step what happened for the third time that morning. "I'm so glad you're okay." Misha's Aunty hugged them. "I just can't believe that all happened. We could've died if not for that old man." Misha says. The news playing on the tv catches their attention. "Nick Bean, a gas station clerk, saves the missing girl, Cassy Fields, and a town visitor, Misha Wellings, from a serial killer. We'll be back with the details on how a single man murdered so many after this break." "One?" Misha said. "They didn't catch the second man." [[End credits]] [[Play]]

Misha pushes the sobbing woman behind themselves and pulls out his phone, dailing 9-1-1. "I thought I told you to keep singing, Girl!" Mr. Hearst yelled down the hall. "Party time. Party time!" the other man says, but a thud and ommph cuts him off. "You go find the kid!" Mr. Hearst stopped walking for a moment. "Hello? Hello, is anyone there?" The phone caught Misha's attention. There was inaudiable yelling on the otherside of the door. "Yes, my name is Misha Wellings. I'm with a young woman, at Castle Hotel in Westmount County. The owner has killed and kidnapped the people staying here. His names Mr. Hearst." "Are you in any danger right now?" the operator asks. "Yes, he's about to come back into the room. He has someone else with him." "Okay, a disbatch team is on there way but stay on the phone with me until they get there. Can you find another way out of the building?" Misha looked around the room, there was a window. They grabbed the woman's hand and pulled her towards it. "Yes, a window but we are on the second story." She let's go of Misha's hand when the yelling in the hall way stopped. She quickly runs over to the table and flips it. She angled and wedged the table between the floor and the door knob causing it to jam. "Cassy!" Mr. Hearst pounds on the door. "Open this door!" Cassy runs over to the the bed and stripd the sheets, tying one corner to a new one. She runs back over to Misha and ties the end to the heater poles attached to the wall. "We can use the blankets." "We can climb down." Misha says to the operator, opening the window and going through first. The rain makes the blanket hard to qrip but when their feets splat on the ground, Cassy follows. Misha stands at the end to catcher her if she falls. "I have my car, I can meet up with the dispatch team on the road." Misha says. "I'll notify the team, stay on the phone." the operator says. [[Get to the car]]

"This is Sally from Westmount news, coming to you with the latest reports." Sally announces on the tv. "A young kid, Misha Wellings, has gone missing on his drive to his Aunts house in Texas. They were drive a 2013 Nissain rogue, license plate number, 38fg23. If you see them or their car please call the number below. Misha if you're out there, we're looking for you." [[End credits]] [[Play]]