Jason Stratum Narrative

Jason Stratum known as my glump name, returning late at night from my business trip to my abode as abruptly my car breaks, with the bungle of its breaks which were already at stake since the cars folktale. “Grunts” I stretched my muscles and hummed in an impeccable tone “I am not buying this one on me, it’s all my wives botch for not getting it furbished up even though I told her I wouldn’t be having enough time to do it by myself because of the strenuous demand from my superiors”. Fortunately, while scrutinizing around, a hotel seemed to catch my eye which looked pretty much active even at this late night. The hotel had a unique texture with the building antediluvian and superannuated, its doors and windows, a primeval history. Even though I wouldn’t want to spend my night in such a sinister bombed hotel, but I had to because all the surrounding was desolated and the only way was to either spend my night in the hotel or tread along the way to my house on my bare foot while dragging the car a whole lot of weigh to carry. These circumstances forced
I was roving around shuddering with fear and after a matter minutes I also got beware that the windows panes of the hotel were two ways, that a person can see outside but an outsider cannot see inside. This made me very livid but also flustered. I was not being able to think properly as instantly something scintillated my mind. I tried my luck as if it might sparkle a light. I called the two strangers who were the only one whom had checked out of this hotel and seldom had my prophecy become my reality. The one whose picture was hanging loosely on the right side, counseled me and told me that this hotel is game of merchandise whosoever wins, walks home and whoso doesn’t becomes a part of the fine arts and it also has limitations till dawn and a person must find a key in order to open the