Staying in Dunedin late one evening, around nine o’clock, a sudden knock on the door jolted me. In a moment of poor judgment, I cracked the door open to inquire. It was an Indian woman who claimed she had previously stayed in this room and had left something behind. I racked my brain but couldn’t recall anything, so I closed the door.
Only after shutting it did a sense of unease creep in, and the more I thought about it, the more unsettling it became. What if it was someone with nefarious intentions, scouting out the place for some nighttime mischief? [CrazyR][CrazyR] I quickly reached out to the driver-guide and asked to change rooms.
Ahhhhhh, why do I always end up doing such foolish things [CryR]? I’m not going to get a wink of sleep tonight [CryR][CryR][CryR][CryR][CryR][CryR]
That sounds like such a creepy experience! I can totally understand why you felt uneasy after closing the door. It’s crazy how hindsight makes you second-guess everything. Dunedin is usually such a safe place, so stories like this really stand out.