Under My Hotel Bed Episode One
( A story you need to read)
My name is Williams. I'm a pilot. I'm handsome, peaceful and good looking. I don't like trouble, but I just found myself in a very big problem. As a pilot, I sleep in hotels after landing at the airport. But one of the hotels I slept in put me in trouble. My life was going smoothly until that fateful day.
On that fateful day, I landed in Lagos late in the evening. As usual, I headed to the hotel booked for me by the airline I work for. I was supposed to spend the night there and then fly out again the next day. After checking in, I went straight to my room, exhausted from the long flight from London. I took a quick shower and jumped into bed, ready to catch some sleep. But as I lay there, I started perceiving a bad odor, like something was rotting. I tried to ignore it, thinking it would go away.
The smell was unbearable, like rotten eggs. I searched everywhere in the room, in the closet, and the bathroom, but I saw nothing out of place. I even checked the air conditioner and the fan, wondering if they were working properly. I thought maybe it would be a dead rat in the ceiling. Still, the smell persisted. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I looked around the room again, this time more carefully, but everything seemed normal. The bed was made, and my luggage was neatly arranged.
I tossed and turned, trying to get some sleep, but the odor wouldn't let me. I threw off the covers and got out of bed, deciding to investigate further. Maybe housekeeping could help me figure out what was going on. I picked up the phone to call the front desk, but then I thought, maybe I'll just go downstairs and get some fresh air. The smell was really getting to my nose. I grabbed my key and headed out of the room. As I walked out, I locked the door, thinking I'd deal with the smell in the morning.
Downstairs, the reception area was quiet, except for a few staff members chatting behind the counter. I approached them and asked if they knew what could be causing the bad smell in my room. They apologized and promised to send someone to check it out. I decided to spend the rest of the night at the reception, hoping the smell wouldn't follow me back to my room in the morning. I sat down on one of the sofas and tried to relax. The staff offered me a bottle of water, and I accepted gratefully.
The night passed slowly, and I didn't get much sleep. Every now and then, I'd doze off, but the smell would flash back in my mind, and I'd wake up. I kept thinking about the strange odor and what could be causing it. Was it something in the room, or was it just my imagination? As the first light of dawn crept in, I decided to go back to my room and pack my bags. I had a flight to captain later that day, and I needed to get ready.
As I entered my hotel room, I was greeted by a group of police officers. They were searching everywhere, talking in hushed tones. I wondered what was going on. One of the officers approached me and asked if I was Pilot Williams. I said yes, and he asked if this was my room. I told him it was. Before I could ask what was happening, he handcuffed me and read me my rights. I was shocked and asked what I was being arrested for.
"You are accused of murder," the officer said sternly. I was taken aback. "Murder? What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to process what was happening. The officer didn't answer my question. Instead, he led me out of the room, and I saw other officers gathered around the bed. They seemed to be focused on something under the bed. I didn't know what to think.
"We found the woman you killed last night. You hid her under your bed." The officer said to me. I was shocked. I didn't kill anyone.
As we reached the reception area, I saw the hotel staff looking at me with a mixture of shock and fear. I tried to explain to the officer that I didn't kill anyone, but he just kept repeating the same questions. "Did you sleep in this room last night? Did you notice anything unusual?" I answered his questions as best as I could, but I couldn't understand why they thought I was a killer.
The officer in charge, a tall, imposing figure, kept looking at me like he knew I was guilty. I felt a surge of anger and frustration. How could they think I'd do something like this? I'm a pilot, for goodness' sake! I travel the world, following rules and regulations. The thought of being accused of murder was strange.
Just then, one of the officers called out from the room. "Inspector, we've brought out the dead body." The inspector walked back into the room, and I followed him with my eyes. That's when I saw it - a body, lying under the bed. I felt terrible. I didn't know what to say. The officer turned to me and asked if I recognized the woman. I shook my head, still in shock.
"Pilot Williams, you're coming with us. We'll need to ask you more questions at the station. You are the one who killed this woman." I was shocked by his words. I was till trying to wrap my head around what was happening. As we walked out of the hotel, I saw people staring at me like a murderer. I was embarrassed. They took me to the station and locked me up for a crime I didn't commit.
Watch out for episode 2