100 WC #32

As I wandered through the streets of the city the people chatted to me like I was an old friend. They were kind, but they were creepy and scary. They were old and shrivelled in the markets but young and silly at the  sea-side. They spoke to me, a lot. Some of the words sounded like a foreign language. But they were, anyway. When I turned a corner I walked back into my hotel, and upstairs into my bedroom.

I heard a knock. It was 1:42 am! Seriously, at this time of night? I opened the door. “Siiahhhhhshiiiiiiickkeeeeeeshhhhhhckiiiiii…..”

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

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