Chris walked into the room he had been assigned to and looked around wearily. The bed was in the corner and a TV against the wall. He walked over to the TV and was surprised to see every single Adam Sandler movie stacked up next to it. He popped in Big Daddy and laid down on the bed.
"Maybe this won't be so bad," he thought aloud as the previews began.
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Across the hall in his room, Justin wasn't thinking the same thing. His thoughts were more along the line of:
'I don't want to be here!'
The room was freaking him out. There was a bearskin rug on the floor, the kind with the bear's head still attached. He dropped his bag on the floor and looked into the mirror hanging over the dresser. It had been dropped at one point in time and was now divided into five uneven sections.
Justin leaned in closer to examine his face. There was a zit forming on his chin. And another above his eyebrow. There were circles under his eyes and his hair was a mess.
He stepped back from the mirror and tripped over the bearskin rug. Justin swore when he landed on the head.
"Dumb bear!" he said, shoving the bear's head away from him. Then he crossed his arms and pouted like a little kid.
"Go figure. Chris was right," he mumbled. "I'm never going to hear the end of this."
Justin had stood up when he noticed it. The rug was moving. He saw it out of the corner of his eye but he saw it. For a second, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him with all this exhaustion mixed in. But it moved again and Justin spun to confront it.
The rug was coming to life. It moved towards him and it's eyes focused. Justin wanted to move but his feet were stuck to the ground. The bear reached out, swung its paw and struck Justin in the stomach. Justin's shirt ripped and he could see the blood dripping out. He passed out.
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