The Hotel episode 3

☠☠THE HOTEL☠☠
☠☠EPISODE 3☠☠

The liquid that dropped on my face turned out to be blood. Then the blood stopped dropping, it started pouring on me like a rushing tap.

The horrific scene before me was more than what I could bear.

I wanted to scream but I wouldn't want to be a victim to what killed the couple, so I had to forcefully withhold my scream and carefully moved away from the blood pouring on me like a running shower.

I was about to move away from the blood when it stopped itself. I looked up to check and I got more surprised and baffled with what I saw. The couple's corpse were no more there. I wasn't sure maybe their corpse disappeared or was taken away from the place it was hanged.

I finally realised the devil was about to start playing tennis with our life, although I am yet to encounter him.

The whole place where my ears and sight could reach became silent like a cemetery and all I could see was thick darkness which was illuminated by two dim candles.

I was still lost in confusion like someone that misses a flight when one of the candles went off. The darkness became thicker, more darker than dark itself.

"Holy Jesus, I hope I survive this tonight and if I do, I'll worship you forever and ever and ever. I'll stop cheating on my husband, I'll start paying tithe, I'll call off my relationship with my boss, I said, humming silently to myself while confessing my sins and asking for forgiveness.

I cursed my marriage, the anniversary, our senseless brain and everything else that made me come to that hotel that night.

The candle that went off earlier came back on itself, I couldn't withstand it this time, I fell back in fear and started crying and praying hard.

I was about to turn back towards the giant door I used earlier when i saw another pathway appeared. It was at first empty then I saw a moving figure which looked exactly like the receptionist that welcomed us earlier.

I became calmed a bit, at least, I can go to her and ask her for directions on how to get out of one of this hell's branches called hotel.

I stood up and tried to move towards her, but instead of her coming towards me, she was moving away from me.

" I don't understand", why is she moving back. "Wait, and I've repented earlier oo, I will gift this receptionist a holy curse", I thought angrily to myself.

I wouldn't want to miss my one chance of getting out of that hotel through her, so I started following her with the aim of stopping her and asking for my direction. This "winch" kept on increasing her pace and it seems like she was running, yet she was walking.

This is not funny anymore. I started crying like a baby goat behind her. I don't want to die yet cos I'm sure that "Hell is my home".

She made a turn to her right eventually, that's the first turn she'll be taking since we've started the impromptu race.

I increased my pace too, I wanted to meet her at the exact turning and I arrived there in time, but instead of seeing this receptionist, what I saw was three men with a breast bigger than that of any woman I've ever seen.

Being overwhelmed by an overwhelming fear, I shouted " Jesus of blood, ooh sorry, Blood of Jesus".

They were carrying a blade that was as big as me and they were moving towards me with great speed. I don't need anyone to interpret or tell me that those three were aiming for my head.

I turned immediately with the speed of light, I don't want to die yet. I felt a new surge of energy going through me and it was fueled by my desire not to be killed, and like a person that just escaped from prison, I started running back towards our room.

All the path we came through with earlier had disappeared, and I realized that I'm now in hot soup. I kept on missing ways and going through many pathways until I came into contact with the long row of rooms.

These three " bitches" wouldn't stop chasing me with their traditional blood sucking cutlass.

Even though I was tired, I kept on running. I sight one room that was opened and I entered into it furiously while locking the door behind me.

I bent my head in tiredness and started gasping for breath. I was happy that I got away from them safe and sound.

I raised my head up to check the type of room I entered. Luckily for me, it was our room I went into.

I stood up to go and meet my husband and explain the soup we've gotten into to him when I saw blood dropping from the ceiling.

I looked up to see my husband's corpse hanged upside like a crucified disciple. His mouth was wide opened with blood dripping out of it like a roasted pork.

© Elisha Kehinde Fagbemi