"Ha... HAHAHA... MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA." The hotel manager was trapped in a corner. But he was laughing. A chilling laugh that made all his pursuers take a step back. No one was willing to risk themselves, especially when the Proton Pack couldn't be found all day. "I think it's time you all knew, isn't it? This is MY hotel."
I couldn't tell if it was him talking.
"I've been waiting years for this. They put me away, they EXECUTED me. And for what? For bringing justice and order to my hotel, that's why. That's why they killed me."
I read about this on the hotel website. There was an old hotel manager who went on a killing spree in the 20's, but, could it b-
"Do you know what they were doing, my good sir?" The hotel manager turned to face me. Did he hear? "They were vandalizing. MY sacred hotel. Throwing cans, toilet paper, and a stupid little ball that bounced everywhere..."
The actual hotel manager's face had changed. As he spoke his skin grew pailer, and strands of hair slid off his scalp. He was definitely dead.
"So... I grabbed this knife..." It glistened. The knife was an icy steel blade,"and LUNGED." The vengeful ghost left the hotel manager's body, and in seconds a green form was on me. My blood spilled, ran down the knife, but fell unopposed through the cold blue hands of Mr. Eldric Hillview, the old, hatefull hotel manager.
At least I remembered the name of my killer.
"MUAHAHAHA, you'll never get me! Where's the precious proton pack of yours? Oh, right, not here!"
By this point I was on the ground. Through bloodshot eyes I saw green plasma come from the ceiling, and then Slimer holding the proton gun. Without saying a word, he fired.
"WHA-? No, no, you're a ghost! You're MY kind! Why don't we join s- AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEE."
Slimer smiled as Mantlepiecek was pulled in by a blue stream.
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Mantlepiecek was the Mafia Godfather.