I quickly hid behind a desk. I then stupidly shut my eyes, possible under the impression that if you can't see him, he can't see you(Another wonderful decision on my part. I was on a roll today). I opened them again. An old man came out of an adjoining room. I watched in nervous anticipation as he discovered, A-That my mother's belongings were missing, B- That his belonging was missing and C- The pitcher that I had knocked over earlier. It's contents were now eating away at the floor, a detail I had missed in my nervousness. Oops.

I decided that it was time to leave. The old guy was now very angry and was searching for the miscreant that had messed up his laboratory. I stealthily made my way over to the elevator - or I tried to. Halfway there I upset another pitcher and it made a very loud noise as it hit the floor. I stood up to find myself staring into a very angry potentially murderous face. I gulped.

"Hello," I said nervously "Careful where you put those things, they're very precarious." He growled and then picked up a knife. Yeah it was definitely time to go. Dropping my careful act, I sprinted to the elevator, dodging all manner of things, knives, acid bottles, microscopes that was being thrown from the crazy old man behind me. I left a wake on destruction in my path as I paid no heed to the tables and machines in my way. Something hit me of the back on the head, and I tripped and fell on my ankle. Ignoring the now blossoming pain down there, I got up and continued to sprint. The elevator doors shut and I was only one jerky ride of doom away from freedom.

I hobbled down the hallway slammed the door shut and didn't stop moving until I got to my hotel room. I took a five minute breather and then called Bea.

"I need to talk to you. Can you come over to the hotel tomorrow "

"Please Alex, can we do it here at the hotel I'm staying at." She said. I was not in any mood though to humor her superstitious fancys.

"Bea, I just had the most terrifying experience on my life. I was of the elevator of doom and got chased by a crazy, potentially murderous mad scientist through his laboratory. I also sprained my ankle in the process and possibly got a concussion. I am not making the trip to your hotel because you're afraid that a ghost is going to eat your brains." With that I hung up. Not the most polite thing to do, but I excused myself of the account on almost getting murdered. She texted me a few minutes saying that she'd come over at 9 the next morning.

To top off the day I made the mother of all mistakes. In my defense I was in pain, tired and still in shock. I had a concussion so I wasn't thinking as clearly as I normally would. I decided to go to bed, without telling anyone about my adventure. I should have called the police at the very least, but as they say, hindsight is 20-20. My tired brain must have come to the conclusion that the crazy old man downstairs couldn't get me since I was in this room and not the one with the secret door. Such is my logic.

I slept very well until my new friend decided to wake my up early the next morning. He wasn't the most subtle of people either. He knocked over the lamp in the living room. Hearing the crash I ran into the room still mostly asleep. I came face to face with the old man. Screaming bloody murder I ran back into my room. He held one of his knives. I grabbed the clock from the bedside table and chucked it at him. Running in to the bathroom I heard a crack and then a roar of pain. I shut, locked and barricaded the door. I dialled 9-1-1. 'Come on, pick up' I thought. I could hear him slamming against the door.

" 9-1-1. How may I help you."

"Help me, I being attacked by a madman." I shrieked. I began to hyperventilate.

"Calm down-"

"He's trying to kill me"

"Sweetheart, you need to be calm. Where are you."

"Ben Lomond hotel, hurr-" That last part was cut off as the door was smashed open. I screamed, dropped the phone and ran. I had grabbed the closest thing to a weapon that I could. My big heavy science textbook. I brandished it at him. He just kind of smiled. A very creepy insane smile. His eyes looked crazy and he advanced at me with his knife. At that point I broke down crying. I was convinced at this point that my life was over. I dropped my book and curled up in a ball. I was pulled roughly to my feet and felt a rope pulled around my throat. It contracted and I began to choke. Tighter and tighter it squeezed until I blacked out.