by Vivian Dindu Esimoleze

The day I packed into the lodge, he came knocking at my door. There was an aura of coldness around him. He smiled at me but I could see sadness written on his face.

“Hello. Can I come in?” He asked.

I wasn’t going to allow him in because I had never seen him before. I didn’t know who he was. But there was this strange feeling I had about him that I couldn’t fathom it.

He looked at me. His expression was relaxed.

“Don’t worry. I won’t harm you”. He said and smiled with all sincerity.

I allowed him in. He stood beside my reading table. Glanced at everywhere and turned towards me and heaved a light sigh.

“I still miss this room, everything in it”. He said.

I looked at him without uttering a word. He opened the door to the toilet. Glanced at it and moved to the kitchen part. He opened it too. I was confused about the whole thing.

“Why did you leave this room for another room if you would still come back here to check it out?” I asked out of a little bit of impatience.

He stopped, turned his back towards me.

“You don’t get it. This was my room before I died” he said.

My knees became weak. My hands became numb. My heart started racing. My strength failed me. I backed into the wall.

“Say what?! I asked trembling.

But suddenly, he was nowhere to be seen.

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