The Room No 611 pt-2

As the night went on, Jack began to feel more and more uneasy. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something about this party that just didn't feel right. He tried to push the feeling to the back of his mind and just have a good time.

However, as the clock struck midnight, Jack noticed something strange happening. People had started disappearing one by one, and he couldn't help but feel like there was something sinister going on. Soon, he was one of the last people left at the party.

Suddenly, the lights went out, and Jack was plunged into complete darkness. He could hear whispers and footsteps coming from all around him, and his heart began to race. He wanted nothing more than to get out of there as fast as he could.

As he fumbled around in the dark, Jack suddenly heard a loud scream. In a moment of panic, he ran towards the sound, hoping to help whoever was in trouble. But when he got there, he found no one, only an empty room with a single flickering candle.

It was then that Jack realized that this party was not what it seemed. It was a trap, set for unsuspecting people like him, and he had fallen right into it. He knew he needed to get out of there as fast as he could.

Jack began to run down the long, dark hallway, with only his instincts to guide him. He could hear the sound of footsteps behind him, and he knew that he was not alone. He didn't know what was chasing him, but he knew that he had to keep moving.

As the couple started to exit the dimly lit hotel, they heard a loud creaking sound above them. Suddenly, a large chandelier crashed to the ground, just missing them by inches. Heart racing, they looked up to see the chain had been cut.

As they hurried towards the exit, the floorboards beneath them began to shift and buckle. They tried to run, but it was too late, and they fell through the floor into the basement. In the dim light, they could see rusted machinery and cobwebs draping the walls.

As they looked around, they heard whispers coming from the darkness. Suddenly, the door to the room slammed shut, and the temperature dropped rapidly. They could see their breath in the air, and their skin prickled with fear.

Then, a figure started to materialize before them. It was a woman, dressed in a torn and bloody gown. Her eyes were hollow, and she appeared to be floating in mid-air. She beckoned them towards her with a bony finger.

Paralyzed with fear, they didn't move. Then, the woman's eyes glowed bright red, and she let out a deafening shriek. The couple were thrown across the room, bumping into shelves and knocking over boxes.

As the witches approached the top of the hill, they began to see a faint light off in the distance. As they got closer, they realized it was a small cottage, nestled into the side of the hill.

Excitement bubbled up inside them as they quickened their pace. The thought of finally having a place to call their own was almost too good to be true.

As they approached the cottage, they saw that the door was slightly open. They hesitated for a moment, unsure if they should enter, but the curiosity was just too much. They pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The cottage was small, but cozy. A fire burned in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. A table was set, and a pot of stew bubbled on the stove.

But the most remarkable thing about the cottage was the woman who stood in the corner. She was tall and regal, with piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through the witches.

"Welcome," she said, her voice like music. "I have been expecting you."

The witches were taken aback but quickly recovered their composure. They had always known the world was full of magic, but this was beyond anything they had ever encountered.

The woman introduced herself as the Guardian. She explained that she had been watching over the land for centuries, and that it was her duty to guide the witches.

Over the next few weeks, the witches learned all they could from the Guardian. She taught them spells and incantations, and showed them how to harness the power of the earth.

As they grew more powerful, they began to realize that they had a responsibility to use their magic for good. They set out to right wrongs in the world, using their powers to heal the sick and protect the innocent.

And as they journeyed through the world, they knew that wherever they went, they would always be guided by the light of the Guardian, who had shown them the way.