Hitchcock films. Sheesh, again??

Nothing seemed amiss when I checked into the hotel in Leicester. Okay, it was never going to be the Old Winter Palace in Luxor, or the Sofitel El Gezirah in Cairo, not for £56 a night.

"Just one night?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay, luv, here's the key. Room 21. Breakfast's from 7 to 9. Room's up two flights of stairs."

I took the key and started toward the stairs.

It all looked rather dilapidated and everything was a little worn at the edges, but for £56, I wasn't going to complain too much.

And then I saw the sign...

It seemed rather ominous. That and the fact that everything was suddenly only in black and white. 

I looked up. Well, just a suitcase and my laptop bag. It wouldn't be too bad.

Made it to the first floor. One more flight of stairs...


Yes, and Room 21. And .... the "Honeymoon Suite".  All just one more flight up.


Interesting place to spend one's honeymoon, no? In Leicester, no less. Ah well, it takes all sorts, I suppose.

So one more flight of stairs. My breath was coming in gasps now. Partly due to the effort, partly due to the fright I was giving myself, hearing that mysterious music playing in my head.


Down a narrow hallway, to the room. Room 21. I went inside and turned on the light.

I turned toward the mirror, and....


Oh my god! My God!
Oh Nooooooooooo..........!!!!!


The shock! The horror! This is where I'll be sleeping tonight! 

Shall I ring for room service?