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"Of course, what have you lost?"

"My head. I lost my head."

 

You stop taking photos, turning around.

You see no one. 

You breathe out, thinking it was just a prank.

 

You've experienced so much today. You need a rest, but you all hotels neaby are booked. You have to return to the scary hotel.

© 2016 by Zinan Mo.  For Writing II, genre project.

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