Oops I forgot the key! (Part 1)

During my tenure in my current company I have been to Singapore a few times on assignments. There is this one particular trip which stands out. It is an interesting one, one that challenges the brain to branch out and open to another dimension. This particular incidence has since been repeatedly told as a story, one that defies the logic. When we are in Singapore we will normally stayed in a hotel, a strategically located hotel right in the middle of the town. Someone told me that this particular hotel was once a hospital, a place where birth and death happens almost simultaneously.

I have been staying in the hotel for a number of times and on this trip I was alone as others has since moved to the company apartment. After checking in I head towards the lift. The Lobby seems deserted, it is quite late; most of the guest could be in bed by now. “Ding! Dong!” the lift opens up. I drag my feet into the lift feeling a bit tired. I could immediately see a notice paste in the wall of the lift. As I am the only one in the lift, I went closer to have a look. It reads, “We are doing some minor renovations to enable us to serve you better. There could be some noise in certain floors. Sorry for the inconvenience. From the Management.” I sighed, lets hope is not on my floor.

When the lift opened at 7th floor, a draft of wind gushes in, as though as someone has just actually walks past me. A bad “sign” I thought. I walked out of the lift and in front of me was a board, that shows a range of room numbers. Mine is on the right and it looks like is the last room. As I walks past rooms after rooms, sounds of TV blaring was quite evident. As the room number becomes closer to mine, the TV sounds seems quite distance, sounds as though, the surrounding rooms is not occupy, 764, 768, 770 and then 772, that’s my room number. Its right beside the fire exit.

When I walked into the room, I felt uncomfortable. You called it instinct or sixth sense but something is bothering me. As I felt as though I walked into somebody room, a room that belongs to another person and I was the intruder. I felt my body hair, especially those on my hand, starts to curl up and pointing upwards. I was contemplating of requesting for a change of room but based on what basis, guts feeling that I am not alone? Anyway this trip will be a short one, just 4 nights. So I told myself, nothing will happen.

To be continue.....