Munroe Island

Chapter 7

Appollo lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling, the words of the bellboy playing in his head. Even though he had asked him the story of the island, the bellboy refused to speak more about it.

I really need to know more about it if I need to start my novel, he thought. But everyone just refuses to even utter the name of that place. I wonder what makes it so unspeakable. With so many thoughts in his mind, he fell asleep.

After a while, he suddenly sat up in bed. There must be many other people staying here, maybe one among them will help me, he thought. He then decided to go downstairs for the same as well as for breakfast. He was hungry.

He stepped out of his room. Even though it was morning and sunrays crept through the large windows, the corridor looked creepy.

Appollo climbed down the spiral staircase to the ground floor. At the opposite end of the corridor, he saw the reception, where Winston was sitting, reading a newspaper. Since he didn't know where the restaurant was, he decided to ask him.

As he approached the reception, Winston looked up.

"Sir.."

"Please, it's Appollo."

Winston smiled.

"OK Appollo. What brings you here?"

" The restaurant.."

"It's downstairs."

Appollo looked around.

"Downstairs..?"

"Yeah. It's in the basement. There is a door next to staircase you used now. The stairs leading to the restaurant is behind that door. "

"Woah. That's unusual."

"It was my father's idea. Anyway, carry on. You look famished."

Appollo turned around and was about to walk away when he turned back and said,

"Uhm, actually I wanted to ask you something else as well."

"What is it?"

"Can you tell me about the island? Nobody here is willing to."

Winston stared at him

"Have your breakfast first Appollo. We will talk about that later."