A Terrifying HoneymoonChapter 1 The Uninvited Guest
Honeymooning with my husband, we were tucked away on an island retreat.
At 8 p.m., an old mute lady had suddenly shown up at our hotel room door.
She was clutching a stark white note in her hand: [He's planning to murder you!]
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Mike was showering, and I was knee-deep in our suitcase when that unsettling knocking started.
It caught me off-guard.
Who could it have been at this time?
The hotel staff have a bell for that.
Besides, wouldn't the front desk have given us a ring first?
It was just Mike and me here for our honeymoon.
No acquaintances around these parts.
Who'd have popped up looking for us?
Through the peephole, all I could see was this old woman, her clothes ragged and hanging off her.
Her expression was all kinds of worried, her eyes murky with fright, lips quivering.
She looked like she'd seen a ghost.
But it was just a little old lady. I eased up and cracked the door just enough to talk.
"Yes? How can I help you?" I asked, lowering my voice.
"Uh... uh... uh..."
She stammered, her hands flailing, struggling to find her words.
"Come again?"
I was clueless about what she was trying to get across.