"I'm sorry sir." the owner says, "There are no rooms."
"Liar." the stranger's whisper slithers thru the air between them. "You have one room available."
"You. . . you don't understand sir. You don't want that room. . . nobody does."
Cold, peculiar eyes pierce the owner's heart. A chill creeps up his spine.
"One room, please." the stranger says.
The owner mops his suddenly sweating brow with a hankie and leans over the counter.
"Sir that room is. . . umm" he glances around. "haunted!"
"I know." and long after the stranger disappears his words linger still.