The Panda Express: A Fictional Narrative
Just another day at the office, Greg thought today was going to be ordinary. He always wanted to be a reporter, but not like this - chasing some ghost stories in some old New York hotel called the Panda Express. Jim, however, always got the good stories - car chases, bank robberies, kidnapping and he got to meet governors. “Come on, Chief! There’s got to be another story out there for me” whined Greg. “ Send any but me; Fred has nothing to do.”
“Enough of your crying, at least you get a free night and some breakfast.” spat the chief.
“Fine; but I’m not going to enjoy it,” said Greg storming away. “This sucks, gotta drive through this horrific traffic,” Greg complained some more. “Get out of the way!” he yelled. “Learn to drive.” Arriving …show more content…
Just give me the keys,” said Greg.
The old man looked at him shook his head and spoke. “Room 1499 is an evil room.” They got in the elevator and rode to the thirteenth floor. Greg stepped out. He turned around and the elevator was already heading down.
“Some hospitality.” he thought. Walking to the room he turned a corner and another after the sign 1489. “Getting closer just a couple more rooms.” Turning the corner he dropped his bag at what he saw. 1401, “What the heck I was almost there, maybe I just missed it.” thought Greg. He began again making the turns around corners till he found the room. Stepping up to the door he put the key into the door twisting till it unlocked. Walking into the room he pulled out his tape recorder. “So much for an evil room. The room appears to be old; got classic paintings on the wall.” He thought this walking around the room. “Got a nice old feeling to it,” stated Greg into the tape recorder. Walking around the room, it kept getting hotter. “Dang thermostat.” Greg reached down and pulled a piece of toilet paper off from the fancy display. Slowly he walked to the window and opened it up. Looking down he saw the street and all the …show more content…
Days passed and everything seemed back to normal. Day after day he got comfortable, each day forgetting more and more about that awful room. Just thinking about that room just sends chills into his soul. “I’m out of the room it never existed.” calmly thought Greg. Until upon receiving his mail one day. Walking smoothly into the post office he pulled out his key and opened his mailbox. “ Oh great bills, more bills, a postcard.” calmly said, Greg. One look at the postcard and he turned white as rice. “Oh God” The postcard read did you have a nice stay in 1499. A song started to play “tip toe through the window.” He turned around. “No this can’t be true, this can’t be real it can’t,” screaming Greg. He was back in room 1499. He began to run wildly and blindly about the room frantically looking for anything that could bring him to sanity. A glimpse of hope appeared as a vent leading into the ceiling. He grabbed a chair and went to work pulling the vent cover off. Climbing his way up through the vents he made his way.
“I’m going to get you.” hollered a voice from behind Greg. The voice kept getting closer and closer “I’m gonna get
“Enough of your crying, at least you get a free night and some breakfast.” spat the chief.
“Fine; but I’m not going to enjoy it,” said Greg storming away. “This sucks, gotta drive through this horrific traffic,” Greg complained some more. “Get out of the way!” he yelled. “Learn to drive.” Arriving …show more content…
Just give me the keys,” said Greg.
The old man looked at him shook his head and spoke. “Room 1499 is an evil room.” They got in the elevator and rode to the thirteenth floor. Greg stepped out. He turned around and the elevator was already heading down.
“Some hospitality.” he thought. Walking to the room he turned a corner and another after the sign 1489. “Getting closer just a couple more rooms.” Turning the corner he dropped his bag at what he saw. 1401, “What the heck I was almost there, maybe I just missed it.” thought Greg. He began again making the turns around corners till he found the room. Stepping up to the door he put the key into the door twisting till it unlocked. Walking into the room he pulled out his tape recorder. “So much for an evil room. The room appears to be old; got classic paintings on the wall.” He thought this walking around the room. “Got a nice old feeling to it,” stated Greg into the tape recorder. Walking around the room, it kept getting hotter. “Dang thermostat.” Greg reached down and pulled a piece of toilet paper off from the fancy display. Slowly he walked to the window and opened it up. Looking down he saw the street and all the …show more content…
Days passed and everything seemed back to normal. Day after day he got comfortable, each day forgetting more and more about that awful room. Just thinking about that room just sends chills into his soul. “I’m out of the room it never existed.” calmly thought Greg. Until upon receiving his mail one day. Walking smoothly into the post office he pulled out his key and opened his mailbox. “ Oh great bills, more bills, a postcard.” calmly said, Greg. One look at the postcard and he turned white as rice. “Oh God” The postcard read did you have a nice stay in 1499. A song started to play “tip toe through the window.” He turned around. “No this can’t be true, this can’t be real it can’t,” screaming Greg. He was back in room 1499. He began to run wildly and blindly about the room frantically looking for anything that could bring him to sanity. A glimpse of hope appeared as a vent leading into the ceiling. He grabbed a chair and went to work pulling the vent cover off. Climbing his way up through the vents he made his way.
“I’m going to get you.” hollered a voice from behind Greg. The voice kept getting closer and closer “I’m gonna get