It was getting dark and Mr. Kane's wheels needed to be rolling already. "Ok! We would continue tomorrow," Kane hurriedly said to his colleagues. He grabbed his coat, keys and reached out for his briefcase. Then he headed towards the door, then to his car and drove off.
On spur of the moment, he bumped into a deep porthole. He didn't see it because it was dark. With no idea what it was,
he stopped to check it out. But when he ambled back into his car and tried
to move on, the car would go any further. The battery mysteriously died out. "Oh! Not again!" he
said in fright. He was wiped off map.
On
a stroll ahead, he saw a bill board. It was a hotel. He managed to roll
the car over to a safer angle in front of the hotel, and then he
crawled inside. The hotel was the creepiest place he's ever seen. No
light! Candle was the only source of illumination. It was so calm, even
the sound of a fallen needle could be heard. Inside the reception, was
an old lady seated on a chair with her face to the wall.
"Hello!
Please can i get a room here?" Kane inquired. Still faced to the wall,
the old lady stretched out her left hand towards him. “Money?” he asked.
"How much for the night?" he added. The lady pointed above her head.
"Ok...here you go," Kane said. He brought out some money from his
pocket, handed it over to the lady and stayed starring. The lady then
threw him a key, a match box and a stick of candle, and then pointed
above her head again. On the wall, below the price list was how to
locate the rooms in the hotel. Out of despair, Kane took the key and
went up stairs to his room.
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The
hotel got creepier as he got to his door. On touching the door, it
opened. "Hello! Is anyone there?" he said mildly to avoid disturbing
other guests. He lit the candle immediately to look around the room then, he checked the toilet but there was no sign of a living being there. Suddenly, he heard a knock on
the door which got his heart swimming inside his tummy. On opening the door, he saw no one. He looked down on the floor and there was an old blanket. He
grabbed it immediately and bounced back into the room.
It's already too late to leave the hotel. Kane tells himself everything will be
fine but, it just gets worse. The room made him want to disappear. He felt like he was dreaming. With the light from the candle, he saw that some of
the glasses on the window were gone, just like he observed at the
reception. No wonder they brought a blanket. The paint on the wall was
already peeling off. This time, there was a ceiling but no fan unlike at
the reception. The floor was roughest kind he has ever seen in his dear life. There was a small mattress, laid right on the rough floor.
"What's
that noise!" he shouted. He reached out to the candle and headed towards the wardrobe. He opened it but there was nothing there. Soon, the room became a grave yard again. Turning around,
he felt like an eye was watching him from a dark corner of the room. He
could figure out what it was because that corner was dark. Ready to fight, he headed towards the dark corner with the candle. Water! He said. The
wall was soaked with water as he touched it. "Where did this water come
from," he asked himself. His heart was then at rest once again.
The
candle was almost running out. He managed to crawl to the bed, prepared
to face any danger that might surface - he laid his tired body like a
log of wood on the bed and watched the candle as it dies out.