Ninaad Das

"Hey there, can you tell me the location of Priceton Hotel?"
"Of course sire, its right just top o that tilla!"
Ravin Rathod, a bachelor of 27, came all alone to Shimla, to have a tour, because of the busy office days he was having. He just arrived Shimla on the interstate bus service, and is now looking for.the hotel he pre booked earlier.
Unlike other people, Ravin was quite different when it comes to tour, except the fact that he tours when he feels bored in his office work. Unlike other, who either travel luxuriously, or saving the pennies, he saved the money.on the journey, and spends more, sometimes triple the money saved, in staying in some starred Hotels. It took him 15 minutes to search for this 4 star hotel in the internet, which had a room vaccant for him.
Hes started climbing up, and soon enough, he reached the hotel reception.
"How can I help u sir?" asked the receptionist, the phrase we hear often in eiher hotels, large shops, or banks.
"My name is Ravin Rathod, I hv a pre booked a room."
After some sounds of key bein pressed at the keyboard, the receptionist called out a man short in size, wearing a strange colourful uniform, and told him to carry the luggage to room 320.
After they both reached the room, the waiter gavea slight cough an put forward his hand towards Ravin. Experienced as he was, he took out some money, and handed it over to he waiter. Then he said " Sir, I tell you for your own good, dont go in front of the room 322!"
"Why?" asked Ravin.
"Just telling you sir, dont go near!" he said, and the walked away. "Must be mad, or that tourist has some privacy prob. Either way, none o my business", said Ravin to himself, and got in the room.
After having a brief walk, Ravin had just returned to his room when he started to hear some faint noises. He wanted to Investigate, and he found out to his horror, that the nois was coming from the room 322!
He went forward and tried to see through the keyhole. He saw that there was a strange red aura in the room, along with some smoke. The rest of the furniures were intact.
Suddenly, he had a intutic feeling that he person inside was coming towards the door. He stepped back. The sound stopped. He waited for sometime, and came back to his room.
"Must be smoking, But why the red aura?", Ravin thought.
As h was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to make out what he saw, and tried to sleep.
Then at late night, he got up from his bed. He saw the clock. It was 2:30. Sleep barely came in the night. Wih his sleepy eyes, he came out of his room, again tried to see through the keyhole. This time he saw flat red.
Ravin felt guilty. He thought that the person got aware of his activities and put a red tape on the keyhole.
The next morning, aftter collecting all the littl segments of sleeps he could get, with a heavy head, went to the receptionist and directly asked the question directly "Whats the matter with room 322?"
"O sir, must be that luggage boy, he goes arround speaking about ghostly activities, while I have seen none. Actually, there occured a tragic incident. A boy died with the overdose of a strange drug, I hvnt heard any of such kind of the drug name what the police said. The eyes of the addict was pure red, so red, that the eyeballs couldnt be distinguished from the retina! So............"