Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Congress Plaza Hotel

Congress Plaza Hotel we're at,

In an expensive 8th floor suite,

Downtown Chicago hotel that

My husband's brought me as a treat.

Decades ago the hotel be

Favorite Al Capone mob hangout,

Planning big crime activity.

Tales of hauntings abound no doubt.

My husband and I go to bed.

I wake to the sound of a shot,

Bullet hole's in my husband's head.

I hear myself screaming a lot.

Next to me the gunman does stand,

Al Capone grins and takes my hand.