We had previously noted the man in our room and secretly nicknamed him La Tumba, as he bore a some what striking resemblence to the man originally accused of murdering Meredith Kurcher, as we had seen in an very thrilling documentary some nights before. La Tumba seemed to always be asleep during the day and we had speculated wildly that he may work nights.
One particular night La Tumba was home and enjoying listening to music on his laptop, singing particularly loudly for mine and Js personal amusement. La Tumba receives a phone call. He then goes on to tell the person on the other end of the line that he can do a very mysterious and secret thing called hypnosis, claiming that he could get someone to tell him all their secrets and most importantly whether they were on drugs. They wouldn't even know they had told him their secrets. This alerted our attention to La Tumba more so, almost imagining that he was the real La Tumba, and possibley capable of murder.
La Tumba decides to pop out and we continue our exciting evening of playing cards. La Tumba returns around twenty minutes later, joined by two bottles of red wine. Around an hour later as we are going to bed we note that La Tumba has nearly finished the second bottle. La Tumba out of no where suddenly passes out on his bed, snoring so loudly the room almost shakes.
La Tumba starts coughing.
La Tumba starts being sick all over himself.
La Tumba starts to die.
K is very alaramed.
K: J, I am worried about La Tumba
J: He is fine.
K: J, he is going to die.
J: He is fine.
K runs over to La Tumba
K: Are you okay? I think you need to go to the toilet!
LT: I'm fine
K: No La Tumba, you arent fine you are being sick all over yourself and all over someone elses bed.
LT looks at his cream smock now covering in red sick.
LT stands and goes out of the room.
K and J hear La Tumba being sick in the toilet next door.
La Tumba returns to the room.
LT: Thank you, I am fine now.
K turns her back for approximately one second before the sound of wine being poured is heard.
K turns to see La Tumba pouring himself another glass of wine.
K is outraged
J is laughing
K: What are you doing? I think you might have just had enough to drink, dont you think?
LT is slurring his speeach protesting he is fine.
La Tumba then proceeds to drink the rest of the bottle in under one minute.
La Tumba then falls and passes out in his own sick and does not stir for the entire night
The next day as we are packing to leave, La Tumba is still comatose, prompting us to think that La Tumba is now dead.
