The Special Suite

Introduction.1

It was the 1970's, In a small town called Realville. People went there  to gamble in, The Dada Casino Suites. When their luck was up they'd be there all night. The workers were really nice people, so friendly and kind hearted. The biggest winner of the night would always get a bottle of  their finest Champagne and The Special Suite. 2

On the night of May 14, 1975, Da'Truth Rage Jr. Went to the casino. He had just gotten a big settlement, from a Civil Rights suit, that left him with a slight limp. The judge rendered him $50,000,000 when they closed his case.3

    The Special Suite4

He got dressed and left. He immediately went to the sheriffs office 15 miles away. He explained to the Sheriff how things at the hotel were very suspicious. He told them how nice the people were to him, and how they witnessed him triple his generous settlement, he'd just received. He was so excited when he tripled his money that he bought drinks for everyone that wanted one.5

He bought so many drinks, and got so sleepy and drunk that though he made it to his suite, he never made it to the bed.  He came to, Around 9:30 a.m. while laying on the floor. He truly thought his eyes must've been deceiving him. Because he had in fact witnessed the bed upon the wall.  He looked under the bed and it was this hole, seven feet in height and 3 1/2 feet wide. He couldn't see what was at the bottom. He just knew it wasn't some  place he  wanted to be. So why then was it there? If he slept in the bed instead of on the floor. He would've fallen down there. But why?6

So they went in under cover and started looking for any suspicious behavior. They found none. These people were too friendly they could never be of any harm. The young boy was just so drunk that he must've lost his mind. Since he kept pressing the issue they locked him up for DUI. 7

One of the police officer's really wanted to believe the boy. It seemed like he was telling the truth. He went to the casino that night, gambled and won big time. Luckily he passed up on the offer of drinks and just accepted, The Special Suite. He slept on the couch. Around 4:30 he heard a very strange noise. His eyes must have been deceiving him because he was so sure that he'd seen the bed upon the wall. So he called for back up.8

Around 5:30 in the morning the Swat, and The FBI were on the scene. They searched the premises. Finally they  found a secret floor underground. They couldn't hardly fit into the doorway and the fumes down there made one very nauseous. Even with a mask on the smell raided their noses9

Bodies were stacked everywhere. Some were severely deteriorated. Decapitated heads, toes, arms, legs, kidneys, livers, brains, Intestines, ears, penises , breasts, and bones were all over the floor. The women's cunts were missing and  the men had their sacks in their mouth. The thing that surprised them the most was all the incompletely formed babies, That didn't even have a chance to take their first intake of breath.10

The police caught up with the owners and told them they were being  taken under arrest. The husband tried to attack one of the officers. He got shot through the middle of his head. His brains were splattered all over the pavement outside the casino.  His wife however gave up without a fight.11

She told them that they couldn't prove anything so they would have to set her free. They took it to trial. They found no fingerprints and no sign that they must've been involved.  Because of lack of evidence to convict her and her husband they dropped the case. 12

She had won, and couldn't be tried again, she thought, as she was being led  back to her cell. She was ordered 12 months for operating The Dada Casino Suites on an expired license. She told the officer that the system was so stuipid and she had just proved that money could get you out of any situation.13

She went on and on in detail. Telling how they'd lure the richest ones into their Special Suite to set up their death. How the bed would go upon the wall around 4:30 every morning. The victims would be so drunk that they don't even notice until there are already falling.14

They'd be waiting at the bottom with their latest sick idea for the death. (By now she was laughing with a sick look on her face.) The victims would cry and beg for their lives, while being chopped up with an ax, or a saw of some sort. She loved the rush she got when the blood splattered in her face. They were humiliated even in death, as she laughed at them,  when they took their last piss or shit.  15

Little did she know. He had the whole thing recorded. They took it back to trial and this time she was found guilty and ordered to  go on death row. Her last request she made was to be hung in her wedding dress. Served her right. They granted her request. To this day whenever you see a figure in a white dress walking around your house after reading this story it's her in her wedding dress looking for her lost soul.16

Author notes

Option# 2 Joe is a boofhead.
I don't know where this story came from. It's my first attempt at writing a story of this type but I will be grateful for any constructive criticism that I recieve.
Thanks a lot.

LadyRage

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  • MsLaDyAvErAgE
    September 29, 2004
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    Thanks a lot for helping me with my errors. I corrected it and I'm still going over it incase there are more. Thanks and good luck judging.


  • blkmagicwoman
    September 29, 2004
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    It wasn't very boring at all. There were a few error skattered about, mostly word usage, might want to read through and change words that were used which aren't in the right context, for example:
    everyone were on the seen- seen should be scene.

    I really remember only that one, but my mind may have just filled it in for me...you know how that goes.

    Feel free to edit up until the contest closes, not a problem, I'm not judging until its closed anyways, good luck again

  • StillReal
    September 29, 2004
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    This was such a creative story. It varies from any that I've heard so fay. I love the ending. I must say you did a very nice job. good luck in the contest

    StillReal