The dark room didn't faze her rather it was the undying feeling of fear in her heart. She tried to move slowly and carefully down the stairs and once again, she regretted not bringing her phone with her.
As soon as she got to the bottom of the stairs, she was relieved that the little room was dimly lit by a single flickering bulb in the middle.
She scanned her surroundings carefully trying to get a mental picture of the place just in case the situation called for her to escape.
She frowned when she could find nothing else but a switchboard in the room, though the whole place was still filled with boxes just like the upper room.
'As big as this hotel couldn't they make a better storage room rather than this with such low-class taste?'
She forgot her problems momentarily and didn't spare a chance to ridicule the owner of the hotel who happened to be Claire's father.
