• The tall man walked into his hotel room. It was ten o’clock at night and he couldn’t wait to get into his hard and lumpy bed, the type you usually get in cheap hotels.
    He switched off the light and everything went pitch black except for a small bead of light on the wall to the right of him. He walked over to the left wall and used his hands to try and find where the light was coming from. His hands moved over an indent on the wall so he moved closer to look at it. It wasn’t an indent, it was, in fact, a small hole, and a bright light was coming through. He lifted his head so he could see through the small hole and his heart skipped a beat when he saw what was in there.
    A beauty like no other! She looked fragile, with a pale face, no, it wasn’t pale, it was completely white, transparent even! She was brushing her hair, it was long and golden. Her face turned and her eyes were searching for his, they were grey and dead looking, and when they found his, they were boring into his black eyes. He looked down suddenly, blushing because he was caught staring. How had she known he was there? The hole in the wall was just far to small for her to notice him.
    He lifted his head and looked through again, but she was gone. He noticed now what was in the room. It was the exact same as his, except for a small, black brush, sitting alone on the table.
    All of a sudden, the room he was staring into was plunged into pure darkness and he could see no more. He sighed, and a sharp scream pierced through the darkness of the night! He whirled around fast. There she was, watching him. It was her turn to stare. The hairs on the back of his neck and on his arms stood stiffly. She was just standing there, staring, with a maniacal smile etched upon her face. Her red dress was flowing gently even though there was no breeze coming through the window, and she was glowing, a white, pearly glow. He was instantly and truly in love with her. As though angered by this thought she could not hear of his, her maniacal smile morphed into an angry glare, and her dress whipped ferociously around her as though it was also angered. The window was still not open.
    Then he was falling. Falling through a black tunnel. I’m dead, he thought, and a small tear escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek as he knew he would never see her again. He looked down and saw that a warm, bright, white light was emanating from below him. He knew he was going to Heaven instead of Hell, and a feeling of pure joy and goodness surged through him more and more powerfully with every inch he got closer.