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like they are staring at us. When we arrive in front of our room,
we feel relief. The receptionist opens the musty door for us. As we
enter the room we can feel the solid air and our earlier relief
evaporates. I look around the room as Tod sprints to the toilet.
There is an old cracked mirror directly facing the bed. The bed is
dusty but large enough for us. The bed is raised above the floor on
the antique bed legs, which look like a lion's paw. The sharp ceiling
fan blades seem like they can cut through flesh. I feel uneasy and
unsettled in this strange room where we will spend two nights.
I hear the toilet flush. Tod comes out of the bathroom. His face
looks pale and shaken.

“There’s surely something in the toilet!” Tod says in a
shaky voice.

“Are you just hallucinating?” I ask as I try to quell my
uneasiness.
“No, I’m not. Try looking for yourself.”

I walk to the toilet, praying that I won’t encounter anything
weird. I open the door and quickly gaze around the bathroom. On
one side there is a mirror and the toilet; on the other side there is a
bathtub with the curtains still drawn closed. I avoid drawing back
the curtain and quickly walk out of the bathroom.

“All clear. There is nothing inside,” I reassure Tod.
“Oh! Did you check the bathtub?”

I nod but Tod still looks worried. We decide to forget about
it for now and go to a restaurant for dinner.