A Wave of Disaster (cont.)

I was escorted down a corridor with a key shoved into my hand, and next I was thrust in my cabin. Sighing, I waited for the ship to leave port. Looking out my window, the other boat was being loaded onto our vessel. Eventually I watched the sea calmly bob up and down. Some fish darting this way and that, others peacefully swimming by. The tranquillity was just what I needed. As I walked along the corridor the old paintings felt as if they were staring into the back of me. The hairs on the back of my neck had started to rise, a shiver went up my spine. Someone was watching me. Quickly, I whipped around to see nothing out of place. Wondering if I had been hallucinating, I slowly turned back to walk up the stairs. Even before I got up there, I could hear the jolly music played by the band upon the top deck. As tempting as it was to dance, my stomach said no. So I went searching around for the dining hall. “Excuse me, do you know where the restaurant is?” I found myself asking some strangers. The first turned around and growled at me with an ugly scowl on his face. However, the second gave me an answer: “Take the second door on the left of that corridor.” I confidently walked down the hallway until I reach theright door. Within fifteen minutes I was tucking into some delicious fish and chips and munching on a scoop of heavenly ice cream and sticky toffee pudding. I paid the bill and got ready to leave. I walked out of the restaurant and back to my room when I remembered my coat was still inside. I headed into the building to see the same man in the black coat who growled at me earlier that evening. Two minutes later I entered my room and the next thing I knew the lights cut out. I slowly turned around just to see a silhouette slipping into the bathroom. “Just open the door,” I nervously muttered to myself. So I did...

Imi F. Y8