Are we alone ? ( Part two)

Continuous from PART ONE!

*chills down the spine*

Are you ready? :p haha

1) Manchester it was, where Z chanced upon this meeting. On the way to Z's room after her dinner, she noticed a figure leaning against the wall by the side of the hotel lobby leading to the lifts. It was a bony woman clothed in ethnic Asian attire, her head wrapped in a dark scarf. She remained motionless while the flurry of hotel guests walked past her from both directions. 

None threw a glance her way. Yet the woman stood out like a sore thumb. Why didn't anyone notice her? As Z walked towards her, the hairs on the back of her(Z's) neck stood erect. Something was not quite right, she knew. But still, that was the only way to reach the lifts. Eyes lowered to the gleaming floor, she briskly made her way there, taking care to inch as far as she could from the lone figure.

Walk! Just walk! Don't look! The terrified girl (Z) told herself. The bent figure raised her head the moment she was within mere meters away. Instinctively, Z raised hers as well and their eyes met. Except that instead of eyeballs, what greeted Z was a pair of hollow black pits. Somehow the ghostly entity knew that this human had the unwelcome ability to sense her presence and wanted to make contact. Either that or it was curious to see how fast the poor girl (Z) could sprint across the lobby without wetting herself.

2) Yet another disturbing experience. Unable to sleep, D tossed and turned on the overly-soft and creaky mattress. Think sleepy thoughts, he told himself. Just then, the temperature dropped several notches, bringing a sudden chill to the room. He pulled the duvet up his chest and curled up on his side. Moments later, the other side of his bed sank lower, as though someone had laid on it. He stopped breathing and remained completely still. Again, the slight rustling of the sheets was apparent.

As much as he tried to convince himself that it was probably due to his imagination, it was impossible to ignore the movement behind his back. The bed was occupied and he was not the only one for sure. With his heart threatening to leap out of his throat, D sealed his eyes shut and prayed. When he came to it was several hours later. Not wanting to take his chances, the guy requested a change of room and made a mental note of the original room number which obviously had a "guest" who overstayed.

Realised most/almost all are overseas? 

Haven really heard stories about the ones that happened in SG... The ones I heard of are perhaps only found in Russel Lee's book. 

Anyway, 平时不做亏心事，夜半敲门也不惊。

In English, If you haven't done anything against your conscience, fear not the knock on the door at midnight.

:) 

Now now, who's with you in bed tonight?