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”You bitch!” You shouted at Sally furiously “you killed me you sick-“ you had to pause and look down at your form. You remembered this woman killing you but… here were. Could have been a dream? No that was impossible. The whole scenario seemed so weird.
”Oh calm down” Sally replied, rolling her eyes at your rage “we all got to go eventually. All I did was sped up the process.
”So you did kill me? Then how…” you trailed off. What the hell was going on? If you had truly been murdered then logically you shouldn’t be still in the Hotel Cortez but you still were.
“I don’t understand” you muttered.
”You’re dead idiot. Like me. You’re a ghost that’s doomed to walk this shitty hotels halls forever” Sally explained. You blinked, for a moment you just stood there. Unsure of what you should do with this information.
“Don’t look so god damn depressed, here” she said offering you a box of cigarettes “have a smoke, it’ll take the edge off”.