Dan's troubled first night in the hotel. A sign of things to come?
A black figure with an impossibly tall square-topped head is kneeling
on my chest! White-gloved hands are reaching for my face. I whip my head
from side to side. The gloves trap my face and press onto my nose and
lips. A stench of cigarette smoke pushes into my throat. Can’t see!
Can’t breathe. Can’t-.
I sit up in bed. Was that me who shouted?
I’m sweating. Heart’s pumping like mad.
There’s something in the room! It’s standing beside the chest
of drawers. I stare harder through the dark. Phew, it’s only the
open door to the wardrobe. I must have forgotten to shut it. I press the
dial-light on my watch, 3.15. I slump back on the mattress, drag the covers
to my chin.
A dream…just a horrible dream.