Horror Short Story: Heartbreak Hotel Part 2

Continuing from last weeks Heartbreak Hotel Part 1, now, part 2. Thank you to Hybrid for such a great story!

Dana bolted out of bed and quickly dressed, grabbing her backpack.  She ran out of the room and down the hall, praying that she wouldn’t meet Asher or his mother on her way out.  It was thundering and lighting as she ran out, but she didn’t care.  She would rather take her chances in the storm, then spend the night in the hotel.  She ran to her car, as the rain pelted her, then stopped and stared in disbelief.  All of her tires had been slashed, and she felt a chill that had nothing to do with the rain.  Somebody didn’t want her to leave, and she knew who that was.  She looked back at the hotel, not wanting to go back inside, but not having much choice.  She would barricade herself in her room, and wait out the night.
She ran back into the hotel, and stopped.  The same woman she had seen in the mirror was standing at the top of the steps, beckoning her.

“I’m going crazy,” she muttered to herself as she stared at the ghostly figure.
The woman beckoned her once more, then disappeared up the steps.
Dana stared up the steps, toward what she figured was the family portion of the hotel.  Maybe she could find a phone up there and call for help.  She hadn’t seen any phones in her room or at the front desk, but they had to be around somewhere.
Before she lost her courage, she started up the stairs, jumping as a particularly loud clap of thunder sounded.
Finally she reached the top of the steps and looked around, it was darker up here then downstairs and for a moment she considered turning around and going back downstairs.  Then she saw the woman standing at the end of the hall, pointing at a door.  Dana knew it was crazy, knew she should run back to her room and hide.  But instead she carefully walked down the hall, making sure she didn’t bump into anything.  Just before she reached the door, the woman disappeared again.  
Dana stood there, staring at the door, wondering if she was doing the right thing.  Asher might be creepy, but he deserved privacy like anyone else.  Finally her curiosity got the best of her and she slowly opened the door.
She peeked into what looked like a bedroom, but there was a peculiar smell coming from inside. Almost like rotting meat.  Dana crept inside, holding her breath as best as she could, then froze when she heard a woman’s voice.
“Asher,” the voice said, “the friend you brought for me, is very pretty, such beautiful long red hair.”
Dana gasped as she realized they were talking about her.
“Yes mother,” Asher’s voice said, “and soon you’ll get to meet her.”
Dana peeked over the top of the couch she was hiding behind, and gasped again.  Asher was by the fireplace  sitting in a chair, next to the rotted skeleton of a woman.  What was even more horrifying was the fact that he was having a conversation with her, as if she was still alive.
“She’ll make a lovely addition to your friends mother,” Asher said, then a bolt of lightening illuminated the room.
Dana choked back a scream, as she saw all around her, the rotting bodies of women.  She heard Asher stand up and she realized in horror that he had heard her.
“Whose there?” He asked, and Dana bolted for the door.
Asher was quicker then she was, and he grabbed her arm, before she could get out into the hallway.
“I see how eager you are,” he said smiling at her, his eyes glittering strangely.  “To join my mother’s friends.”
Dana screamed and clawed at his hands as he dragged her back into the room.  He threw her on the couch, and she screamed again as she landed on the partially rotted corpse of a young dark-haired woman.  
“The woman in the mirror!” Her brain screamed as she pushed herself away from the body.
“Have a nice time,” Asher said calmly and Dana quickly ran toward the door, but he closed it before she could reach it.
She rattled the knob, then slammed her hands against it, but it was no use.  The door was locked and there was no way out.
She turned and looked around her, the smell even more overwhelming in the enclosed area.
The lightening flashed again, and Dana sucked in a breath.  Everywhere she looked, it seemed like there were dead bodies and she feared she was next.  Her hand rested against her jeans pocket and suddenly she realized, that in an unusual gesture for her.  She had put her cell phone in her pocket instead of her purse.  She pulled it out and punched 911, praying that she was able to get some sort of reception here.  The phone was filled with static, but Dana heard a faint ring, then the voice of the dispatcher.
“You have to help me,” she said, “I’m trapped at the Heart Break Hotel.  The man who owns it has killed women, and I’m afraid I’ll be next.”
Suddenly she realized that the phone had gone dead, praying that someone had heard her, and got there before it was to late.

To be concluded next week!