3 What a stale smell

<< "Tell me all you know!" >> - I screamed in front of the counter attracting all the eyes in the room to me.

<< "Not much is known about this story, and believe me, for what is said around, it is not a story you can write in a newspaper, believe me, go home" >> - And so the bartender he sent away with a bitter taste.

There was a story, finally a real story that could attract readers, I had to know more, I could not lie for at least once in my articles and maybe tell a respectable story.

I immediately thought I had to investigate, but my legs staggering because of the alcohol barely allowed me to reach the door.

So I decided to go back to the inn and start the investigation later, or maybe the next morning.I went back to the old inn, as soon as I entered, as when I went out, the elderly woman was at the reception concentrating on her knitting; he heard the door close, looked up, lowered his glasses to the tip of his nose, near his lump, nodded, pulling his chin up, and resumed his knitting.

I lowered my head and with an annoyed laugh I started towards the stairs.As I climbed those creaky wooden steps I thought about how I could get the information I needed.

I opened the door of my room, finally unpacked my bags, changed, lay down on the bed;From here, I thought about what to do, I slapped my face to shake myself, got up and took an arrow shower.

A little recovered from the effects of the whiskey, I went down the creaking wooden steps again and went to the exit door.

Slightly frightened I turned to see if the old lady was still there, I didn't see her and strangely sighed with relief.

I went out on the streets of the sad town looking around and looking for a face that seemed available to me in order to ask a few questions.

The streets were practically deserted, it seems a sort of ghost town, if it wasn't for the fog, which luckily absent, I would have thought I was in a video game.

I found myself wandering through narrow streets, which went further and further towards the center of the village, no one passing by.

After getting lost and not knowing where to go, I decided to take out my phone and use GPS to return to the inn.

I went through what I believe were old shops now abandoned, closed and dusty. The emptiness of that country gave me anguish, as of something that had gone to hell after who knows what horrible thing had happened to him.

How come though? How is it possible that a small country could fall so much out of favor?

I kept asking myself these questions and I was sure the answer would come once I found out more about the story the bartender told me. 

Frustrated by the futile search for information, I decided to shut myself up in my room and think a little.

I went back down the inn's poorly placed stairs. Arriving in front of my room, however, I decided to take a look around. As it was possible that there was no one in all those rooms, it would have been decidedly useless to maintain an inn without any entry of money.

The rooms seemed closed for some time, the locks were rusty. I thought that probably mine was the only room accessible, but when I heard noises coming from the last room in the corridor.

I went with my ear to it; I wasn't feeling well, but I could hear two different voices talking about something. 

Suddenly, someone opened the door. 

I ran to my room trying not to make noise and I saw the old lady come out of the room, she saw me and greeted me with a nod, I reciprocated and entered my room.

I lay down on the bed again and staring at the ceiling I organized my plan for the next day. I don't know if it's because of alcohol or what, but I don't remember what I thought, I had to write it down.

 "What a stale smell" - I said. 

And I fell asleep immediately.

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