Mandy was from the UK, Wales to be exact. She decided to explore the less well-known towns of the Americas.
She started in a area of the country called the New England of the American colonies. It was getting late. And she needed to find a place a hotel or motel.
As she arrived the only one that was still open. Unfortunately there was one room available , room 13.
At the moment she didn't care, she took the key.
The night manager said that are you sure.
Mandy said is that a problem.
Well there is are stories of ghosts and haunts. And that room, its that it is.
Mandy ignored it. And thought it was a story to drum up the business from the local legends.
But as soon as she entered the room. She felt something, she didn't know exactly what.
She thought, she was too tired. But that nagging feeling it was there, then she felt a cold wave hit her.
At last a body that could inhabit. Its been far to long to have physical form. Far to long.
What, what who is that now. She looked around the room. And saw no one.
Who is there she asked.
Ahh, a Brit, the voice said.
Excuse me, I'm from Wales if you please, she said.
The voice laughed, excuse me it said.
Mandy started to unbutton her blouse. She was a bit scared. As she moved to the mirror.
She tried to resist the voice commands, but it like she was a passenger in her own body.
You have a nice body, my dear. I said.
Stop that, you pervert she said.
Within time, my dear, it said, within time.
If you don't behavior my dear, you will be a passenger for a long, long time.
Maybe I'll kept your body, and put you in a object for the next person who will touch it.
As he/she was laughing.
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