The hotel stood tall proud high above an empty low lit street and a low cut skyline. The setting sun cast a depressing shadow over a once great city. Blue collar men returned to their families from work stuck in an endless cycle of nothingness. Hotel staff prepared for the night as the check in desks processed customers into theirs rooms. One such lady was young and pretty. She was respectable and loved by most but there were a few who despised her for her work. Although she knew this she tried to not let it affect her as her work was a matter of delicacy and one she didn’t like to mention around a dinner table. This ladies name was Linda Graham she was in this run-down city for one night only on a work trip. But this night it was Linda’s night and she was meeting an acquaintance not for work this out of personal interest. Linda had called this man under the assumption that he was an expert on the topic of which Linda’s book was being written on. Linda had hit a writer’s block and needed help desperately , Linda has jumped for joy when she had found this man and he had agreed to meet her the only name which he had given was John smith. 11:30 The Grand Regent hotel room 703 was their meeting place. Linda looked at the key card room 703 John had promised her that she would get that room she was slightly alerted and surprised that she actually had but by the time she was in the elevator on the way to the 7th floor those emotions had been replaced with excitement. Linda reached her room she scanned the key card in one swift movement had pushed the door open with a light push. The lights were off but Linda soon found the light switch and the lights flickered on. Linda put her suitcase on to the bed and unpacked her clothes and stored them in the draws. When Linda was finished with the clothes she pulled out her writers kit which consisted of a huge notepad and assortment of pens and highlighters a camera and finally her laptop. Linda gathered all her kit and put it to the small desk. After Linda had placed all of her things away she glanced tentatively at her watch 10:01 . “An hour and a half “she thought to herself. Linda picked up the phone on the desk and dialled the number for room service and ordered a roast dinner. Linda ate her meal as the clock ticked by counting down to her meeting with the mysterious and elusive man John Smith. 11:15 was the time Linda had finished her meal. Linda cleared up and checked over her notes she had prepared some questions to ask John. Linda read them over and over till she could no more and then for the last 5 minutes proceeded to bite her fingernails until and knock came at the door. It was not a normal knock it was almost aggressive in a way Linda thought it was more of a tump rather than a friendly knock. Linda got up walked over to the full body checking her appearance her bright red lipstick was still perfectly applied. Satisfied with her appearance Linda walked to the door. For some reason Linda could not understand was that as she walked towards the room door time seemed to slow down each footstep sound like a loud thud of the ground the light seemed to burn her eyes she was in pain. Linda started to feel light headed and clammy her legs suddenly felt her heavy her whole body went limp as she slipped onto the edge of consciousness. Linda lay there on the edge of consciousness as she realised the door was opening. “Help” Linda tried to scream but no words came out she just lay still. The door was now open a hooded figure stood in the doorway a fedora hat rested upon the figures head. A large overcoat cloaked his whole figure. Black leather gloves pulled tight over his hand. Linda sowre she could see the trickle of a smile cross his face. “The room service was poisoned in case you were wondering”. The man laughed “easy” He remarked. The man stood over Linda and dragged her over to her bed and tied her to the bed by knotting her four limbs to the four bedposts. Linda was scared she didn’t want to die all she wanted to do is live . Live a normal life she wondered how she could get out of this mess but soon realised that this man knew what e was doing he was in control whatever happened would be up to him whether or not she liked there was nothing she could do. This was the last thought that ever crossed Linda Grahams mind as she slipped over the edge of consciousness and never came back she took the last conscious breath of her life as drained away into oblivion an unknown realm. The cloaked figure stood in the middle of a deserted field, in-front of a freshly dug hole, 6 feet down. He dragged the limp dead body of Linda into the whole and rolled her in. The man patted the dirt down on top of the grave. The man pulled a rose from his jacket and placed it on top of the grave. The man walked away and lit a cigarette. The man got into his black sedan. The next day the man began his morning like any other; put on his suit, bade farewell to his; wife, children, and dog, then made his way out of the door to work. As the killer walked through the streets he became a normal person the reality of this are that after the body is buried and the blood washed away the killer become just a regular man no way to tell him apart from anywhere else he becomes a normal person he could be anyone, anyone at all.
