Trapped in Room 217 by Thomas Kingsley Troupe

Author:Thomas Kingsley Troupe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: JUVENILE FICTION / Ghost Stories / Paranormal, Occult & Supernatural / Historical / United States / General
Publisher: North Star Editions
Published: 2019-01-16T16:00:00+00:00

“This place is infested,” Jayla whispered.

“With bugs?” Dion asked, not taking his eyes off his book.

“No,” Jayla replied. “Just . . . never mind.”

Realizing she wasn’t going to find what she was looking for, Jayla tried another search thread. This time she typed “Stanley Hotel Elizabeth Wilson.”

What appeared made her gasp. The links that popped up mentioned the name that Reuben the caretaker had given them. They also contained their room number, 217. The old guy wasn’t just messing around, trying to creep them out.

Is this the only room she haunts? Jayla wondered and quickly looked up from her phone.

She peered at the bathroom and the door leading out into the hallway. There was nothing weird about either of them, but she thought the moment she looked away, the ghostly maid might show up.

Almost afraid of what she’d find, Jayla opened the first article. There was a story about something that took place one night at the hotel in the early 1900s and what happened to Elizabeth. Though it was likely going to keep her awake all night, Jayla scrolled down and read the entire story, shaking her head the entire time. She couldn’t believe what she was reading.

“What are you doing?” Dion asked. His copy of Randy was closed and his bookmark was in his hand. It was the universal sign that her little brother had finished yet another one.

“I found out what happened to Elizabeth,” Jayla said, wondering if she ought to say anything else.

“Tell me,” Dion said. He tossed down his book and jumped onto the bed.

“Back in 1911, the power went out in the hotel,” Jayla said.

“They had power back then?” Dion asked.

“I guess so,” Jayla replied, but shook her head. “But be quiet so I can tell you.”

“Fine, okay,” Dion said.

“While all the rich people were downstairs eating and dancing and everything, they had maids come up and light the gas lamps that were in each of the rooms,” Jayla said, skimming the article again. “They were there as a back-up in case the hotel lost power.”

Dion was quiet, as instructed. Jayla could tell by looking at his face that he was preparing for the worst.

“So there was a gas leak in our room at the time that no one knew about. When Elizabeth came in with her candle to light the lamp, there was a huge explosion,” Jayla explained.

“It killed her?” Dion asked, looking up at his sister. His eyes were unblinking and serious.

“Actually,” Jayla said. “It didn’t. The explosion blew her down to the first floor. She ended up in the dining room below our room.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I know,” Jayla said. “The explosion destroyed around ten percent of the hotel. But Elizabeth? She only ended up with two broken ankles and some minor burns.”

“That’s crazy,” Dion said. “She must’ve been part superhero or something.”

Jayla explained that Freelan Oscar Stanley, the owner and namesake of the hotel, paid for all her hospital bills, and when Elizabeth was healed up, she was made head chambermaid.

“Mr. Stanley told her she could have a job at the hotel for life.

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