Supernatural Ice and Spidermushrooms

Ryan was in his hotel suite with his girlfriend next to him. It was 3:30 AM. He felt a cold breeze and he opened his eyes. It seemed like someone was standing over him, but alas he didn't see anything. He closed his eyes once again and heard a voice, "You made me do it..." it said. He opened his eyes and looked where the TV was. He saw a man that he knew. "No he died recently." Ryan told himself. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The man was still there, but a woman was with him. "He killed me because of you." she said. He jumped out of the bed, and rushed the man. He went right through him and hit the dresser. The TV fell off and went right through the woman. It smashed and Ryan's Girlfriend woke up. "What the hell...." She said but started to scream. The man was at Ryan's girl friend with Ryan's pocket knife stabbing her in the throat. He tried to pull the man off his girlfriend but he went right through him. He looked back and the man and woman were gone. Hotel security came rushing in and Pushed Ryan to the ground. He was brought to the security room all the time saying, "It wasn't me." He was handcuffed to the table while security reviewed the cameras in his room that were installed. Security came back and said, "I don't know who did this, but you had no knife in your hand and she just started to bleed out of the neck and the knife was found on the bedside table."

A week later Ryan was at the bar in the casino after winning a big fight. He wasn't in the right state of mind, since he was depressed over his girlfriends death. He drained a shot and skulked in his seat.

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The woman parked the car into the spot and locked it with the key, flinging it around with her fingers and putting it into her pocket like a cowboy would with a gun. Her hair was out and bouncing about as she walked into the room. She was all dressed up for one reason: Men reacted well with pretty women and she knew she was definitely a pretty woman. She used it to her advantage just like her mother had taught her. Flaunt what your mother gave you she remembered. She flipped her head and opened up the door. With one quick scan she saw the man she was looking for drowning his sorrows with alcohol, something she did on a daily basis.

With a smile she grabbed out her fake cop idea and walked over. ”Are you Ryan? she asked, flashing him the badge before taking a seat next to him which some one had left just a second before she walked over. The girl had brilliant timing and was definitely rather lucky. In all honesty you had to be in the line of work she didn’t get paid for. She lived off fake identification which led to fake credit cards and fake passports. She had grown up in this life. It was all she ever knew.

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LYRICS|I LOVE PLAYING WITH FIRE BY THE RUNAWAYS
CREDIT|CAEJAE@Caution 2.0 and to YOU FOUND ME?! Of caution 2.0

Ryan motioned to the bar tender for another drink and one for his the officer sitting next to him. "Whiskey on the rocks." Ryan said handing her a drink. "Anyway yeah I'm Ryan Hall. What can I do for you?" Ryan asked knowing the answer to the question already. He took a drink. His mind rushed through that night a week ago and shuttered. He finally realized who he saw kill his girlfriend though. It was a fighter like Ryan. Before the officer could say anything Ryan started to speak, "The man who you're looking for is dead. It was a murder-suicide type of thing I guess you guys call his. His name was Christopher Lee, an octagon fighter like myself. I beat him in a fight after defending my belt again and Christopher took it hard I guess, he killed his girlfriend and killed himself. I swear on my life ma'am that he's come back to get me. A zombie, or ghost or...or...or some other type of creepy devilish being. All I know is I ain't safe in my suite and staying out of there as long as humanly possible." Ryan finished his drink and motioned for another one. He was starting to get a little bit tipsy from all the alcohol he drunk.