“Ah here we are miss,” I stop at an almost bare room, only an old brass bed and an unwraveling rug filled the space. The dainty maid whipes a cobweb off the windowsil. I drop my suitcase and sigh.
“Thank you-”
“Sherry,” She states, a flash of a smile on her face.
“Sherry,” I repeat and fumble in my pocket for a bit of spare change. She takes it silently and walks down the hall. I step towrd the bed and nearly trip over something on the floor. I lean down spotting a picture I hadn’t noticed before. It’s totally black with a twirl of red spinning and spining till it disapears into the center.
“Hmm,” I murmer. “How quire,” I pick it up gingerly and lay it on my bed. I hear the springs groan at the bit of weight. I took a seat on the fraying rug and put my head in my hands. how in the world did I get here? I cry silently, I feel a lump in my throat and tears sting my eyes. Suddenly I hear a soft thump. I pick up my head and look around wildly. I swear I had heard something, yet the room is empty.