The bone-chilling wind begins to whip through the air. Small snowflakes have now turned into hefty and dense flakes which were collapsing to the ground at a rapid pace. Weather is endeavoring to predict the upcoming snow storm which can arrive at any minute.

Inside the motel, Emily, Alex and the receptionist were heading towards Mr. Jones's room. The receptionist was walking at the front, and Alex and Emily were following him. They have reached the second floor where Mr. Jones's room is. Their numerous footsteps were echoing in the hallway.

Alex and Emily were walking next to each other. Alex was constantly looking at Emily's anxious expression. He couldn't help and finally asked her "Are you feeling okay?"

Emily hastily glanced at her, smiled and responded "You can guess. Not much but I'm trying to feel better."

"Yeah, I can understand," he said with concern in his eyes.

As soon as they reached Mr. Jones's room, the receptionist began looking through the bunch of keys for a spare key to this room. Alex was looking at the door anxiously as well inquisitive. Meanwhile, Emily notices a grand door located straight to her right in the hallway. The grand door is locked with a padlock. The padlock was dark brown.

“I think I've heard about this huge door in this novel but I can't remember clearly,” she thought in astonishment. Her inquisitive eyes glanced at the receptionist who was still searching for the keys.

"Mr. David, what's in that room," Emily said, pointing straight in the right direction. The receptionist and Alex both looked to the right at the same time. When the receptionist saw the grand door to that room, he paused for a second and said hesitantly, "That room is this motel's storage room."

"Oh, a storage room. I get it but why is this storage room on the second floor?" she asked doubtfully and turned towards him.

"Ma'am, I don't know about this. The owner of this motel knows about this," He said curiously and started looking for the key again. Then in a minute, he finally found the key to this room in the bunch of keys and started unlocking the door.

As he turned the key in the lock, the old wooden door creaked open and he stepped over the hall. Emily and Alex followed close behind, their eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger.

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But it was Alex who noticed it first - a small blood stain on the wooden floor. His heart skipped a beat as he realized they were not alone in this room.

"MR. DAVID AND EVELYN LOOK AT HERE!! NOW!!" Alex exclaimed, pointing at the floor where the blood stain was. They both glanced at the blood stain surprisingly.

As the memory came flooding back, it suddenly clicked in Emily's mind. "I could remember that Mr Jones's lifeless body lying in the bathroom and blood dots must have trailed all the way from the bedroom,"

As Emily's gaze shifted, her eyes caught sight of the ominous blood dots trailing all the way to the bathroom. Breath in shock, she cried out, "ALEX!"

Alex and the receptionist turned to follow Emily's line of sight, their eyes widening as they too noticed the disturbing path of blood dots leading to the bathroom. A tense silence sweeps in the air.

Emily said in a low voice, "Mr. David and Alex. I think someone has murdered Mr. Jones and as you can see the blood stains, his body must be in the bathroom now."

After hearing this unexpected thing from her, both of them became very disoriented and stunned. Both of them made eye contact with each other and glanced at her in perplexity.

"WHAT ON THE EARTH IS HAPPENING HERE??" Alex cried out.

As the receptionist sprinted towards the bathroom, Emily and Alex exchanged glances of sheer disbelief before racing after him. Once they went inside, their eyes widened as they saw a real-life horror movie scene - the lifeless body of Mr. Jones was sprawled on the floor next to the bathtub. A pool of blood has been poured out of his stomach and surrounding him. The gruesome sight sent shivers down their spines as they felt the wound in his stomach.

Mr. Jones's wide-opened eyes were staring at the ceiling. At this moment, the bathroom had transformed from a place of cleanliness and comfort into a chilling crime scene, leaving the trio stunned and on edge.

Emily rosed out of the bathroom in disgust and stood in the room like somebody had frozen her in one spot.

I have not been so scared since I found myself in the twisted plot of a serial killer novel because I still cannot believe that I have been reincarnated in this novel. But ever since I saw a gruesome corpse before my eyes, the thought of stumbling upon that gruesome corpse sends a chill down my spine, and I can't help but feel a wave of fear. I have never seen such a gruesome corpse in my entire life.

Something is going on with me. I have read this novel and even this novel is in one of my favourite novels list. Only I don't know about the real killer of this novel but I remember everything about this novel. But now the things I remembered related to this novel come to mind only when something occurs.

The only thing I can remember properly is that I have been reincarnated as the main character of this novel and my character in this novel has not died. But now I can't able to trust anything. I think I may become the next victim of the real killer. I just can't help but delve deeper into this dark and dangerous world.

I have to save myself from dying before it's too late.

To Be Continued...