The Hotel
“He is there… I saw him…he was
looking down at us.”
“Don’t try…..I am not in a mood for
jokes.”
“Look at that window on second
floor…corner room…he is still there… behind the curtain.”
I tried, but I could find no one, “You
are scared of him even when he is…..”Somehow I could not utter the word.
“I had warned you but you wouldn’t ….you….I
isn’t scared of him, I am scared of you…..’
Perhaps he was right. I was in no
mood to share the booty with anyone.
“Happy new year.”
The husky voice sent shivers down our
spines.
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Too late! He's here!
ReplyDeleteyes, it never pays to cheat the partners-in-crime. thanks
DeleteI think somebody's conscience is bothering her.
ReplyDeletethat's always the problem, the conscience. thanks
DeleteOh dear...
ReplyDeletethanks
DeleteYipes! Run! Or beat the ... out of him to send a message.
ReplyDeletethanks for stopping by, their are always choices
DeleteRun!
ReplyDeletethanks
DeleteIs it really a conscience thing(in trouble with policeman?) or a competitor thing(rival for the booty?)
ReplyDeleteit's surely for booty, thanks
DeleteDear Arora,
ReplyDeleteOminous ending.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Oy! A Christmas horror movie!
ReplyDeletethanks for stopping by
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