I ended up staying in a hotel in Nagasaki. It was only for a night, since I had a conference for work. It looked refurnished, but you can tell it was old.
But my friend warned me. A lot of people were killed here caused by a fire from the bombings during WWII, and some guest staying at the hotel encountered weird occurrences. Before the fire, the hotel was said to be a jail or a mental institution. I didn't care that much, since I wasn't much of a believer of the supernatural.
That night, I put myself to sleep with the little help of vodka. Work hasn't been going so well, and the meeting I was preparing was making me nervous.
I waken up af