The Lost Soul Shelter
It was cold and freezy Saturday night. Angela was streaming outside an unfamiliar place when she woke from such a daydream. She had this thought of being drunk and pranked by her friends by dragging her to this place.
That tall tree from the front seems mysterious, she hasn't encountered it in her entire life.
"Hello, anybody here? she asked.
Angela slowly pushed the main door.
Creeek! It was not because the floor was rough, it's just that the door was designed to be loud as it was. The owner wanted to add spice and thrill to every visitor who will enter her Hotel — even for free.
"Hello?" Angela again called out, she was as if asking permission to enter the place.
The door swung open and the fragrant smell of the flowers and candles greeted Angela. Her eyes embrace the beautiful scenery of the Hotel's lounge. The big and classy stairway was decorated with such pretty little bulbs hugging its steps and rails. The ambiance was classical.