She shook her head and pushed open the second door on her left. “I think this is awesome!”
I walked in behind her and had to agree. Even with only candle light, the room was impressive in the leaping shadows of the flame. The bed was at least a King, if not larger. I’d never seen a bed so big. Next to each side of the bed stood ornately carved wooden nightstands that matched the carvings on the bed frame. I made out a rocking chair in the corner and a door leading to what I could only assume was a bathroom.
“This is so my room. Don’t even think of stealing it!” She spun in a circle, almost blowing the flame in her candle out.
“I bet they’re all like this, anyway.” I really hoped so. The more I thought of it, the more I wanted to hurry and find my room to be just as grand. Before I could leave the bedroom, I heard Bethany scream. I hadn’t noticed she wandered into the bathroom. I ran inside and stopped short when I saw the silly smile on her face while staring at the ceiling.
I looked up and my breath caught. Millions of small crystals covered the ceiling and larger, odd shaped crystals seemed to be suspended in air. I couldn’t see anything they were attached to. It was the most amazing visual effect I had ever experienced. It beat the Halloween Doomsday Trail of Mirrors; and that was cool.
“I think I will live in this bathroom,” she whispered.
I tore my gaze away from the crystalline wonder and looked around us. There was no toilet, only a large tub with what appeared to be a tall round table.
“This isn’t a bathroom, Bethany.”
She finally moved her head down and took in the surroundings. There were windows all around the room with heavy black curtains covering them. From what I could tell, there were shelves lining the walls with books and trinkets.
“This is wicked. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“I know. I wonder what it’s used for; some kind of ritual I bet.”
Bethany punched me in the arm, hard. “Ellie Starr is not a Satanic!”
“Ow! That hurt. And a ritual doesn’t mean it has to be Satanic. Praying is like a ritual. You know?”
I rubbed my arm. “Well, I’m going to find my room.”
“It better be next door,” she called after me.