The freezing cold, Siberian wind bit my dry skin as I was trying to fall asleep on the decrepit hotel bed. The bed sheets stank as awful as a skunk. Wallpaper was peeling off the walls. It had an abstract image printed on it. Outlandish, mysterious shapes looking at me..
I was exasperated of the air conditioner whistling a tune. All my attempts of trying to turn it off would not lead to any triumph.
I was feeling as sick as a dog. Mentally sick.
As I was trying to fall asleep, I heard something.
It was a soft, familiar sound coming from the outside. I thought that I was one and only not being able to sleep at this time, turns out not. The soft padding of footsteps was getting closer. I got up, turned the lights on as if I was expecting a