Hotel Creeper
Written by Tera Hanson in March of 2012

 2:46 AM. We watched him walk over to our table and we knew something wasnít right. Yet, we didnít move an inch.

           It was the summer of 2007 and I was nine years old. We had gone to Watertown for a small party with my friends Ashley and Bethany. It was in the Holiday Inn Express. After a long day of swimming and taking pictures, we took refuge in the lobby for some relaxation. It was about 2:30 in the morning and my parents were asleep. We didnít want to be by my parents. We were girls and we talked about boys and make-up, and they would just yell at us if we were too loud. My mom had bought us some diminutive fuchsia scrapbooks to put the pictures in. Everybody else in the hotel was asleep except for a few older people.

          There was a tall and muscular guy staring at us. He looked particularly disturbing with a shaggy black beard and an impressive mustache. We must have been there for at least fifteen minutes trying to ignore him. The man started ambling toward our rickety table. He tried his best to sound friendly as he asked us where our parents were. We said they were in the hotel room eating pizza. He eyed us mischievously as he continued to bother us about going back to the hotel room and going to bed. We just started putting away the half-finished scrapbooks. We didnít know why he was nagging us. I just knew something was terribly wrong and that we had to get out of there as fast as we could. We didnít want to tell him what floor our room was on but he insisted on following us.

            Ashley led us toward the elevator where we were in view of the front desk. Bethany threw something behind her but he didnít seem to notice. All of us were about to go into the empty elevator when Ashley exclaimed that she had forgotten her teal sweatshirt at the table. He told her to retrieve it and come right back. I just stated that it would be best if Beth and I went with her. As we were walking away from him I noticed that all of us were shaking. He asked us why we were taking so long and thatís when we ran to the stairs. He started following us. Luckily we had a lot of knowledge on where everything was in the hotel. We observed the corridors as we looked for the pool when we first arrived. There was an ďemployees onlyĒ door about ten feet away from the top of the stairs on the second floor. We just wanted to escape his sight. It smelled of laundry detergent, Windex, musty brooms and other cleaning tools. We saw his feet as he walked past. He made a grunting noise and went back down the stairs. He hadnít found us. We were twenty feet from our hotel room. I made sure that I had the key in my hand before we crawled to safety. I have never been so petrified.