#HauntedHotel Entry Five - The Journey to Room 101c

As I venture into the historical town of Benin, I’m glad and excited about the weekend away from work. Oooooh my mind takes me back to the first moment we met. Even now, I get sweet butterflies down my belly and I can’t wait to see my husband again.

My mind is brought back to the gaping eyes of the taxi man as he tells me “we are at the hotel”.

I can see the beautiful well-manicured garden and well-oiled carvings of the Great Benin chiefs as I’m led up to my room.

At that point, I didn’t take notice of anything but a glass of my favourite red wine and put on my sheer lingerie for the night....

And then,

I was awakened by an ice cold breeze (colder than that on the North Pole) on my entire body. As I opened my eyes to fight the terror that enveloped me, I saw the numbers on the door that read “Room 101c” and at that point, I heard a voice whisper “welcome, it’s time.”

• Written by: Maryann Orutugu