a (really, really bad) story I wrote for one of my English exams, and somehow did good in

so if you're one of the like 3 people who read this blog you'd know about this narrative i wrote and here is is (with a few grammatical edits) in all it's crappy glory.

Prompt: write a story that begins with "it sounded like a straightforward request.."
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It sounded like a straightforward request. Danny was to head to room 307, clean the bed, replace the towels, and walk out.
"Pleeeaasee, Danny!" cried Martha. "I'm super busy dealing with customers and i can't find any of the janitors! All the room service staff is missing!" Danny had sighed deeply, then reluctantly agreed. He set off to room 307. Danny had been the assistant vice-manager of the reception desk of a hotel for three days now. But, as if right then, he was an overpaid janitor. "This is why you stay in school, kids!" He grumbled under his breath.
Room 307 was annoyingly hard to find. Danny had to check the hotel layout three times (he could not locate it on the map all three times,) when he finally saw it after walking in lord knows what direction for quite a while. He was going to have a hard time getting back, because he had forgotten which way he came from.
Danny fished out the keys from his pocket and unlocked the room door. The curtains in the room were wide open, and there were gentle rays of sunlight bathing the room in a golden aura.
It was 10 am when Danny had left the front desk to come up here. What time was it? How long had he even been lost?
He set out to work, walking into the bathroom to collect the towels and replace them. Danny did not notice the soft click of the room's door being locked. He walked out of the bathroom and placed the towels outside it. He then set out to the bedroom, where the curtains were wide open. He needed to clear up the bed, or change the sheets, or whatever Martha said. He did not actually pay attention to her. Once he started clearing the bed, Danny did not, in fact, notice the curtains close, ever so slowly, until the room was suddenly, very very dark. He switched on one of the lights, but it suddenly fused and didn't turn back on. He grumbled something along the lines of "power shortages..... I'm not payed enough......" and continued to work in the near darkness. Danny did not notice the small pair of eyes watching his from the corner of the room, nor did he notice those eyes slowly turn bloodshot, then disappear. What he did notice, though, was the heavy breathing that was coming from behind him. He turned his head to see bloodshot eyes and a (quite large) mouth of pointed teeth. In two quick movements, Danny whipped open the curtains (which he conveniently, just realized were closed,) and bathed the monster-thing in sunlight. Unfortunately for our not-so-intelligent hero, this supernatural entity was not, in fact, a vampire. The sunlight had no effect on it.
Danny really should've stayed in school.
It has been three days since then. Martha walks up to room 307 on the first try, and knocks on the door seven times. The monster-thing answers. " Look, Martha. The deal was eight uneducated humans. I still need two more." Grumbling, Martha walks away. "And this is why you don't stay in school, kids," she mutters under her breath. "You end up making deals with the devil just to pay off your college tuition"

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If you actually read though that entire thing, I commend you because this is probably the best worst thing I've ever written. this narrative ended up getting 92%? i was actually shocked lol