Alone

Part-1

Hello Reader! I am Jason Hills. I am an artist. I am here to share an incident that happened to me on the night of 2nd May, 2020.

I had been given a project to paint a scenery. I had never heard of that place. The address was M/23, Block-B7, Newton. A strange address, I thought to myself.

‘I want the project to be completed within two days, okay?’ Mr Jacob Williams said. ‘My daughter will have recovered by then, and I want to surprise her on her 14th birthday. She loves painting, and preferably night views.’

‘Don’t you worry, Sir,’ I said confidently. ‘the painting will be completed before you know.’

Mooling Park was as busy as it had been. And there was peaceful silence as we saw the sun veiling himself slowly.

‘Alright!’ Mr Williams seemed to be in a hurry, so he shook hands with me and left.

When I reached the address, I found myself standing in front of a hotel. Its name was Wunka Hotel. Not a big hotel, but a two-storey hotel. The flickering of the bulbs made it frightful and mysterious.