Sunday, 2 January 2022

              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.


A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt.