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.