The Lost Mask

I lived in a ordinary town, with not much worries about life and it was until I decide to travel to my new home.. At Fermont Valley. My hobby was about writting, and I keep a notebook at in my black leather coat. I ride to there in my old car, an Acura 1990. Then arrived in Fermont Valley.. The only thing that left me an impression here, was that it was rainy. And the smell of rain. My bag in car stand there, ready to be pick as I go out of it. I grab it and walk in the hotel. The Mercury Planet hotel, to be exact and it was cold outside. I get inside the lobby and notice an old lady snoring in her chair. She must be that sleepy, since there is only an handful of costumers coming. I walk in, as she snore and I ring the bell. "Ting" She wake up instantly and look scared. "Oh sorry, I didn't expected anyone at this hour." She says and look at the clock. "What can I do for you sure" She ask me turning her glare at me. "I want to stay here for 3 days" I reply calm and serein. "Yes, for a vacation perhaps?" She says while grabbing a key from the room 7 and return. "No for affair." I reply. I place 300$ on the desk. "Oh I see." She look at me more like a client then before and say. "You do your buisness." "Thank you." As I nod. And try to left. "You look like my kid, you know." She stop me with the question. "He was just like you" I look at her and she says. "Are you planning anything..?" She ask me. "I am not planning anything." I reply. "Then why are you paying to stay here, young man?" She keep asking questions. She try to give back the money. "I want to sleep and go back to where my cousins come from" I say out of the blue. "Ahh?.. You have family here.." She look more comprehensive for an instant. "Yes" I firmly agree. "Do you plan to go see them?" She ask me another personal question. "I am going to see them soon." I nonchalantly reply. "Are they alive?" She ask. "Hum.." I felt wierd on that one. "Why are you asking me this questions?" I reply. "I just though you were planning suicide." She say bluntly. Her experiences from working at the hotel might have ring a bell, from the look of me. I was a young man at age of 28, brown hair and blue eyes. Decent looking, 5'10 feet tall and quiet unexpected here. I didn't looked at my face. But I notice from her perspective that I seem tired and even sad. "You aren't planning to die or something?" She ask me smiling kindly. "No, miss.." I try to reply. "Its madame Loanne." "Sorry, I am John." I simply say. "Hi John. I am glad that you stay here, but tell me why you want to stay really." She questions. "I want to travel and know a bit of my past." I say. "Your past?" She look puzzled and smile. "Yeah, my life have been going with kinda no answers to me." I am strictly saying. "Oh, you look for that.." She say. I nod. "You have a job right?" She ask. "I have, I work at the newspaper." I smile. "You are?" She look surprised. "You aren't lying, ain't you?" She look at me suspicious. "Sure." I say and grab my card. She open her eyes at the answer and look at my card. "Oh" She see my worker card at The Global Unit Papers.. "The real thing." She says and nod at me. "You can stay tonight." She sigh and I sigh. "Can I ?" I ask. "Don't bother me." She frown her eye browns and tell me to get out of here with the hand. I left like a boring student. As if he was asked to go back to his place. But my place is an hotel room with the number 7 on it, hopefully the luckiest one so far. After this. I open up my door, and have the look the room I own for 3 days. It was like I imagine, old and rustic. The walls were solid in wood, and platered. Floor was made of dark wood. I really like it. A red carpet around my bed, and a old TV. My cellphone ring. I answer it. "Hey John, you are busy?" Its Frank, the boss of Global Unit. "No, I am not" I reply. Dropping my bag on the floor and jump in my bathroom. Starting to check what was there. I open the clinical storage. "Have you found any leads to a scoop?" He ask me happily. " I have." I say as I look in the stock. Just tylenol and few lacsatives. "What is it?" I hear him out. "Well." I reply but my phone drop dead before I got the chance to tell him anything. My phone get the charge and I prepare a bath. I almost lie to him.. But I sure will find a lead for the scoop of the month or the week. We usually do big and small waves in the newspapers. Just enough to keep the towns pay our paper and make them happy. But I was a fierce in this stuff. I know how the thieves work, and the cases of each man are important to everyone. And I was also a good worker. A, very good, worker. And it was when I sit down on my bed.. That at this moment, that I found it The scoop of the century. A piece of paper that was on the ground.. That I open up, and was clear enough to tell me. About the place to found a golden mask in Fermont Valley. "Intriguing." I tell to myself and fold the paper. And sleep reassured.