Jack Torrance x reader (part 3)

                                    

                                          
It has been a few days, perhaps weeks that you've been here with the family. I have to say...The submarine sickness tends to get the better out of you sometimes. The only escape you had was Mr. Torrance, who was still strugling with the writing he wanted to do out here. He'd just sit in the foyer and stare at his typewriter, sometimes tapping his fingers on the large wooden table. He'd love to talk to you and was always so sweet in doing so. If you'd have a worry you'd tell him, he'd carefuly listen, and then he would try to help in any way he could. He was a great guy.
                          
This day was one of those. You were sitting next to him, on top of the table and looked at how the white paper was moving from side to side, black letters being forced into it. Surprisingly enough, it kept you busy and wasn't all that boring. Your thinking about black letters and white pages was interupted by the sound of clicking. No, not the clicking of the typewriter. Those were shoes. Mrs Torrance was approaching you two, just to check up on how's her husband's work going and maybe even have a word or two with you.
                          
"Well well, somebody's being busy." She said with a smile, putting her hand on the back of the chair. The happy aura that Mr Torrance was having, suddenly droped to the ground. He glared at you, as if giving you a dirty look for doing something wrong.
"Mhm" He coldly responded. It was pretty...unnatural for him to be like this.
"Am I...disturbing?" His wife asked concerned
"Yes, you are actualy." He dug into her like a shovel. "You have been annoying me quite a lot lately. Just leave me be with some actual good company for once." He continued to hiss at her, pointing to you when he mentioned the good company. You've never seen this much anger on his face. Although... it's true that the good company part made you feel a little more confident about yourself with him.
"I-I'll clear out then..." She peeped quietly. You'd be lying if you'd say that you didn't feel bad for her. Wendy turned around and left quickly.
"Why don't you start right now 'n get the fuck outta here.." Mr Torrance shot one last verbal kick to the ass at her. As soon as she left, his mood lightened again, and he continued his writes. Almost as if nothing had happened.
                          
He soon got up to stretch a little, looking at the papers in confusion. "Hon, you think you could go check on ou- my, son please?" He said as he checked the papers, not looking up from them. He acted a little strange... Hon...He never called you that...Well, can't say you mind much.
"Yes Mr Torrance" you quickly agreed, jumping down from the table as to not get yelled at too.
"Oh and (Y/n)?" He stopped you with his voice, looking up from the papers
"Yes Mr Torrance?" You turned around
"Thank you" He smiled at you, leaving a big weight on your heart from such carefuly laid words... You smiled at him and quickly stomped upstairs to find the tricycle riding boy.
                          
You see, since the hotel was so big, Danny would take his tricycle and go around by riding. You'd play chase with him this way since this place was a maze, and he could go really fast sometimes. 
                          
The hunt for the boy took you a while, you couldn't find him for crap. Sometimes you thought you saw his blue jeany pants but no...it was not him. Just some... Halucinations perhaps. You soon became tired of the long walk and so you sat down in one of the halls. This one had a rectangular orange-red-black floor, lined with white walls and celing. You looked at the doors that were here. 235, 236, 237, 23-
You stopped at 237. That room...it had...sounds in it? It sounded like...Well you were not really sure what it sounded like. It was as if someone was smashing water melons with a baseball bat but...mushier. there were also other sounds. Very faint music. And...grunts. Grunts of a man who was destroying the water melons. You were now compleetly leaned on the door, trying to listen in, to understand the situation. Noone was supposed to be at the hotel...so why is there a guy in this specific room? You looked at the doorknob. You reached for the doorknob. You grabbed the doorknob.
"Hi (Y/n)!!" A shout from the other side of the hall took you out of your trans. It was little Danny. "What are you doing sitting on the floor?" He asked, turning his head to the side. "I-I uh..." You looked at the door, which had no more music nor batters playing behind it. "I was...searching for you." You calmly said. "At the room 237?" The boy furrowed his eyebrows. "Well...yea, seemed like the place you'd go" you smiled at the kid and walked slowly to him. "I don't get it. How are you not bored out of your mind?" You crouched next to him
"I found some friends to play with" he smiled cheerfuly.
"Oh really?" You thought that he meant imaginary friends at first, but as more and more detailed his description got, the more and more you began thinking that he may not be joking nor lying. He talked about two girls, twins. They always held hands and wore a baby blue dress with white ribbons. You could feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
                          
"The black man told me not to go in the 237 room, that bad things happened there" little Danny continued his talk as he rode on his trike, with you following him swiftly.
"Hey, don't say black. Say afro american." You explained to him
"And what happened there? The melon massacre of 87 or..." You asked again. "He didn't wanna tell me. He said that it was a bad thing. That's why dad has this hotel now.
"Uh huh..." You nodded.
                          
You guys were just finnishing a walk to an end of a coridor when Mr Torrance poofed out of nowhere, scaring you slightly. "Jesus Mr Torrance you..You scared me" you held your chest with a smile that he returned. "I just wanted to see you real quickly." Those words made you smile again "I've had a couple of reports that a Snow storm is coming in. We have about two days so I just want you to stay warm and ready" he said as he began walking with you to your rooms.
                          
The father let his son enter their little apartment first and when he was just about to do the same, you caught his arm to ask him questions.
"Mr Torrance... I've got something to ask..."
"Ask away love" he smiled again
"I-I wanted to know...did...did something happen here? Like, something really bad?" You played with your hands as you leaned on the wall of the hotel.
"Well uh..." Jack looked back into the apartment to see if Danny was listening. "There was a big incident with the last caretaker. I didn't wanna bring it up but...since you asked. He supposedly went mad and killed his daughters and his wife with an ax." He smirked. He smirked as if he's fucking been there. As if he was the one who murdered them.
"Alright... thank you Mr Torrance I'll go to sleep now" you fake smiled and quickly bucked for your room. That smirk freaked you out pretty damn bad... You've never seen anything like that. And hell, you've never even reacted that way to something like that. You quickly shut the door behind you, undressed, jumped into your pajamas and went to sleep. You don't need this sort of stress anymore...




                          
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