The car broke down just a stone throw away from the inn. Misotma was returning for vacation when his car finally stop working. His village was about some miles away and being drenched in the rain, he proceed towards the Inn to lodge.

The Inn seems to be unusual and unattended and the building was in need of renovation badly. A shabby elderly man recieve him and handed him the key to his room. Misotma showered and stretchingly relax on the bed. His eyes wander around the four corner of the wall. The wall had already shed its original painted colour and there was an old wooden almirah which seems to be very heavy.
He had to accept no matter what whether it was a luxurious or not, because there was no Inn to lodge.
The elderly man had a wife and a son and the trio runs the inn.

As the dusk approached he had his dinner early and was ready to rest early. His car was taken care by some of the local of the nearby mechanical workshop.

As he began to comfort himself in the room, he began to feel uneasy and somehow scare, as if some one was present in the room. He can feel the coldness around him and its unusual because it was summer. He tried to ignore all this unusual happenings and try to get some sleep, but it seems the sleep has fled away from him.

Now he knows something is not right with the room and he remember now how the elderly man confronted him not to choose that room. But Misotma choose it because of all the room, the room he chose was...