Entering the lobby, he found the carpet was blood red and the
walls had autumn colors. On his left, the furniture was worn down and brownish
black, sitting by a roaring fireplace. In front of him, was a large wooden desk,
just recently polished with a new silver shiny bell.
Ding Ding.
He waited for a minute and turned to look at the room again.
“ Yes how may I help you?” an elder lady said.
Phillip flailed his arms and his heart jumped
“ You alright sir?”
“No, you frightened me!”
“Would you like a room?”
As he tries to settle down, he looked more closely at the
lady. She had a gray shawl and a long skirt, with white hair and blue misty
eyes. In her hand was a long wooden staff with a ram at the top.
“ I think I would like one.” Phillip said hesitantly
“ Here, sign in and here is your room key… room number 5.”
Phillip signed in and picked up the key. It was a strange
room key with a long leather strap and attached to a tin circle with a glass
bubble over it and a tiny 16 that was written in black and fuzzy. Below the tin
were a brass key with 2 screws and a small jagged edge. Next to the key was a brass metal five with
holes in it.
“ What a weird key looks like it could be a necklace,” he
thought
In the lobby were two staircases: one leading to the left
side and one leading to the right. Above his head, near the staircases, were
signs of room numbers.
On the left said “WEST SIDE CORRIDOR Rooms 1-5”and on the
right “EAST SIDE CORRIDOR Rooms 6-10”
“ Well guess I’m on the west side.”
In that instant, a flash of lighting with a roar of thunder came
from the hectic storm.
Philip hurried up stairs to the room his heartbeat
raced and pounding as if someone was knocking. He reached the room, trying to
put the key in with his shaky hand. Once he got it open, a sudden rush of peace
reached his heart.
