Room 187

Reaching for sanctuary in this unlit hotel, without electricity Due to a storm, stuck here, in this bizarre circumstance I precariously felt my way in the dark with a trembling hand I recognized the old smell and feel of flocked wall paper. "Sorry I cannot go with you," the front desk clerk said. "Busy night." No one else had arrived to work; the storm was so terrible. I was too frightened to say anything; I acutely felt I was not alone. I slung my backpack on my back so I could feel in front of me. Suspecting the assault would come from the front, like the movies. My hair was standing on end. My heart never beat any faster. I sensed an angry soul, watching me, hating me, wanting to hurt me. Something with an evil heart, certainly no eudaemon. A brief whiff of shaving cream, led me believe it was a male When it was alive, if it had ever been of this flesh or earth I reached the sixth door and fumbled with the key for minutes The cell towers were out, so even my phone did not light up. I did not take off my shoes or get undressed. I flopped on the bed. Ready to take off at a second's warning. It took me awhile to sleep. In the morning I awoke to a flicker of a glimpse of someone else. I sat up. It was a shadowy vampire-like creature. He growled. I died of fright; Room number 187. Ironic I was the 187th one.