Me, why?

a short story on someone being followed for some reason.

 

Tapping his fingers on the broken chipped table, he thought how he got himself in this mess. The room wasn’t exactly brightening his mood either, the carpet was scratchy and where it had been torn, it showed the wooden boards underneath. He saw some suspicious stains in the corner, mould, drink or even something the local cat left as a lovely present. The bed, what bed? It looked like a load of boxes chucked together with a cover put on top, and that’s exactly what it felt like, no body would be sleeping tonight. The spiders in the corner weren’t that friendly either, with huge bodies and extremely weirdly long legs every time there was a sound he looked about the room, wondering if the harmless animal had moved, however it was the wrong animal he should have been scared about altogether.

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