Â鶹Éç

The lady that stayed in room 102 had told me to check up on her room. Apparently there was a problem but. I looked at the clock; the handles on the clock stroked 2:00 am it was unusual for a problem to occur at this time.
I had doubts about the lady that stayed in this room she seemed different and suspicious. She was wearing a red top and a mini skirt. I decided to go and check up on her room.
I stood outside of her room, and didn't want to go any further, it was like a force pushing me back and stopping me from going into the room, I had to go in at one point, it was my job to make sure that everything was alright for the guest that stayed in the hotel.
When I entered, the first thing I could almost taste was fear and the strong horrible smell of cigarettes, despite the strong smell of cigarette there was a hint of danger that suspended and glided in the atmosphere of the room like toxic gas. On her bed there was a glass of red wine. I picked it up and placed it on her bedside table.
I never imagined this room to be as hideous as it was. It was very small, which made me feel claustrophobic. I stood still and felt a gust of wind attacking me; the hair on my back had started to rise like something was crawling up my spine.
I tried to spot the problem in her room, but could not see anything unusual except the state of her room. Her room looked like it could do with a good cleaning. I looked around the room, at the corner of my eye I could see water coming from underneath the toilet door; at first I just thought maybe she left the bath running or some thing. I came nearer and heard a swish of water flowing. I entered the toilet wondering what was on the other side; I looked to a side and saw a fountain of water bursting out from the toilet, the floor was over flowing with water. The first thing that came in my head when I saw water coming out from the toilet was that there was a blockage that I would have to unblock, I bended down to see what was blocking the toilet; and could not see anything because; there was an overload of water.
I looked around to see if there was anything that could unblock the toilet. Hanging from the door was an unused hanger, I grabbed hold of it and used it to see if I could unblock the toilet, when I poked the coat hanger down I could see a flow of blood coming towards me, I felt aghast, I wasn't worried about the blood, because I had seen more blood than this, because I was a doctor before I came to London.
I couldn't understand. Where did all this blood come from? There was a carrier bag beside me. I pulled it and placed my hand within it, I positioned my hand in the toilet. I used a carrier bag as a glove to shield myself from any micro-organisms, my hand was going down I couldn't imagine what was down there, when I thought I had reached the end of the toilet I had reached something. It wasn't pleasant putting my hand in the toilet. It was unusual for something this big to end up in the toilet. The smell of chlorine and blood was so strong that I could almost taste the bitterness in my mouth. I pulled it out to observe it, my hands started to shake. I could feel my heart beating like a drum. I felt that something was coming to get me. I could not believe it, the object blocking the toilet was a human heart. I asked myself many questions. I am an illegal immigrant and I work in secret. If the police catch me I will be sent back to my home country Africa, if I am sent back I will be executed. I sense that I am useless, because I cannot do anything about the heart. I dragged myself away from the room; it was as if an imperceptible force was trying to grasp me back, wanting me to find out more.
I carried the heart in a black plastic bag. I had no idea what I was going to do. I didn't know whom I was going to tell, or what was going to happen to me. I thought about telling the police, but that would mean that I would be sent back, or the police would think that I am the suspect.
I guess I would have to suffer with this for the whole of my life. I kept asking myself, where was the body? Was the hooker involved? I feel that I have committed a crime myself, I can't just put it out of sight forever until it rots. The option that I go for would affect my entire life.
I didn't really have many friend or family in the country. I just had to tell someone. The only person I could tell is the manager of the hotel, but I don't have a clue how she will react to the news,
I lived with Jasmine in her flat secretly when I walked straight inside the flat I placed the carrier bag with the heart inside on the table alongside me. I sat down and switched the television on to put my mind at rest, I tried to distract myself but the thought and image of the heart with pure red blood dripping from it just kept on appearing in my mind. I thought to myself, I actually could know who it is, every few minutes I would get a peculiar sense that someone or something was watching over my shoulder, but when I look back'