AHW

Madame Annabelle looked out my window to see a white figure moving towards her.

“Help, help the ‘Spanite’ is sinking,” it chanted.

As it neared she noticed the face then the body.  Old, fragile Mrs. Rubin, the owner of Shimmering Lake Hotel heard her let out a piercing shriek.  As quick as lightning Madame Annabelle ran to Mrs. Rubin’s room.

“I can’t bear it any longer!  These ghostly events are driving me crazy,” Madame Annabelle yelled.

“What are you talking about,” asked Mrs. Rubin.

“I have seen many paranormal things during my visit!  I thought I was hallucinating but I’m not,” Madame Annabelle said.

“Can you describe the events?  I’ll get somebody to investigate,” Mrs. Rubin replied.

“I would like a room without windows and I’ll write it down when I leave tomorrow,” Madame Annabelle.

“Ok, goodnight Madame Annabelle.  Here are the keys to room 718.  No windows,” Mrs. Rubin said worried.

The next morning Mrs. Rubin came over to my house to tell me about the mystery.