Week 7 Story: The White Lotus Lodge
And so I continued on my journey. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I had a feeling that I was headed the right direction. After another long day of travel, I came upon a welcome surprise: an inn! An old inn, but an inn nonetheless on top of the hill. I hadn't seen a building in weeks, let alone a person. Some roads are less traveled than others, and I was starting to feel that perhaps this road was not a common one. I must admit, at times I felt as though there was an unnatural energy to the place. There would be no one for miles, and all of the sudden I would hear laughter or shouting. The convenient thing about traveling alone was that, in those unnatural times, there was no one present to confirm the voices. "Maybe it's all in my head," I would think aloud. At times, it seemed easier to convince myself that I was crazy instead of actually acknowledging that those were REAL sounds. I could deny the supernatural happenings...