Staying alone at night is something that most aren't too fond of, especially if you're one who's particularly oversensitive to your surroundings. You might hear a strange noise in the night or think you hear a slight shift in frequency and believe someone is standing right next to you. You might even be so scared as to believe you might be watched, and possible killed, by the strange shadow on the other side of the room.
I had finally left the airport. Waiting for someone to pick me up in a place I've never been to was nerve wracking. You're surrounded by so many people going every which way, knowing exactly where they are going, while you stand there, holding people up as you look around like a lost puppy. No matter which way you flip the coin, it's always going to land on the side you don't want it to.
It was nearly nightfall when I made it to the hotel. I was in town for a meeting. I had just become head manager of one of the chain restaurants in the town I live in. A general manager's meeting is what they labeled it to be. I grabbed my bags from the back of the vehicle and made my way inside after waving the driver goodbye. This seemed like a pretty nice town.
As I approached the hotel, I felt this unexplainable feeling of unease sweep through me. I didn't know what it was, but something didn't feel right about this place.
I made my way inside and talked to the guy at the front desk for a few minutes. I was new to town and he knew his way around. Needless to say I asked him for the best places in town to have a drink. He directed me to the open bar they had not too far from the entrance. It seemed an odd place to keep it at, but I was new here, what did I know?
After the brief conversation, I made grabbed my room key and headed toward the elevator and toward my room. Room 203. 203 felt like some kind of a Deja-Vu number for me, like the numbers felt too perfect, like I'd seen them before. Perhaps in a movie, or a dream?
I made my way inside with my bags. The wallpaper was yellowed with a design that was hard to tell what it was unless you looked up close. The bed was draped with a red comforter. Why did the room smell so musty? They cleaned this place and sprayed it down before I came in here, right?
I ignored the smell, as it wasn't too over powering, and unpacked some of my clothes. I knew I'd have to stay a few days so I packed a decent amount.
Shorty after unpacking, I grabbed some clothes and walked into the bathroom for a shower. I was about to turn on the water and undress when I heard a banging on the door, frantic hard pounding. I hesitated for a second, probably some kids being annoying, as per usual. Normally I'd react in an angered manner, but since taking up the honor of running my own place, I try to tone down my rage.
The knocking came again, this time it was followed by the sound of a man's voice, "Please, I need help, they're going to get me, let me in please!"
I rolled my eyes and opened the door. A man with dark hair and a green raincoat stumbled inside, quickly closing the door behind him.
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded as he ran breathlessly to the door to gaze through the peephole.
"I'm running from a guy," the guy explained. "He's trying to kill me."
"Why would a guy be trying to kill you?" I asked, a little skeptical about trusting the guy.
"Well, clearly I did something to get on the guy's bad side," he said, pulling away from the door and turning to me.
"What did you do to him?" I asked.
His only response was a twisted grin spreading across his face. Don't tell me I just let a lunatic into my hotel room.
He cocked his head sideways, delivering me a bared teeth smile. "A lunatic, am I?"
I backed up until I hit the wall behind me.
He broke into a laughter, leaving me incredibly confused.
"Of course I'm not some kind of bad guy," he explained. "I was just talking to the guy, delivering him pizza, when he began to chase me. He called me a demon and raised a knife to meet my head. I ran as fast as I cold over here."
"If you're a pizza guy, where's your uniform?" I asked.
"Oh, I work at the one across the street. We're a casual place, can where whatever we want as long as it's appropriate."
"Why should I believe you?" I asked.
The lights suddenly went out just as I finished speaking. "You shouldn't."
I had finally left the airport. Waiting for someone to pick me up in a place I've never been to was nerve wracking. You're surrounded by so many people going every which way, knowing exactly where they are going, while you stand there, holding people up as you look around like a lost puppy. No matter which way you flip the coin, it's always going to land on the side you don't want it to.
It was nearly nightfall when I made it to the hotel. I was in town for a meeting. I had just become head manager of one of the chain restaurants in the town I live in. A general manager's meeting is what they labeled it to be. I grabbed my bags from the back of the vehicle and made my way inside after waving the driver goodbye. This seemed like a pretty nice town.
As I approached the hotel, I felt this unexplainable feeling of unease sweep through me. I didn't know what it was, but something didn't feel right about this place.
I made my way inside and talked to the guy at the front desk for a few minutes. I was new to town and he knew his way around. Needless to say I asked him for the best places in town to have a drink. He directed me to the open bar they had not too far from the entrance. It seemed an odd place to keep it at, but I was new here, what did I know?
After the brief conversation, I made grabbed my room key and headed toward the elevator and toward my room. Room 203. 203 felt like some kind of a Deja-Vu number for me, like the numbers felt too perfect, like I'd seen them before. Perhaps in a movie, or a dream?
I made my way inside with my bags. The wallpaper was yellowed with a design that was hard to tell what it was unless you looked up close. The bed was draped with a red comforter. Why did the room smell so musty? They cleaned this place and sprayed it down before I came in here, right?
I ignored the smell, as it wasn't too over powering, and unpacked some of my clothes. I knew I'd have to stay a few days so I packed a decent amount.
Shorty after unpacking, I grabbed some clothes and walked into the bathroom for a shower. I was about to turn on the water and undress when I heard a banging on the door, frantic hard pounding. I hesitated for a second, probably some kids being annoying, as per usual. Normally I'd react in an angered manner, but since taking up the honor of running my own place, I try to tone down my rage.
The knocking came again, this time it was followed by the sound of a man's voice, "Please, I need help, they're going to get me, let me in please!"
I rolled my eyes and opened the door. A man with dark hair and a green raincoat stumbled inside, quickly closing the door behind him.
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded as he ran breathlessly to the door to gaze through the peephole.
"I'm running from a guy," the guy explained. "He's trying to kill me."
"Why would a guy be trying to kill you?" I asked, a little skeptical about trusting the guy.
"Well, clearly I did something to get on the guy's bad side," he said, pulling away from the door and turning to me.
"What did you do to him?" I asked.
His only response was a twisted grin spreading across his face. Don't tell me I just let a lunatic into my hotel room.
He cocked his head sideways, delivering me a bared teeth smile. "A lunatic, am I?"
I backed up until I hit the wall behind me.
He broke into a laughter, leaving me incredibly confused.
"Of course I'm not some kind of bad guy," he explained. "I was just talking to the guy, delivering him pizza, when he began to chase me. He called me a demon and raised a knife to meet my head. I ran as fast as I cold over here."
"If you're a pizza guy, where's your uniform?" I asked.
"Oh, I work at the one across the street. We're a casual place, can where whatever we want as long as it's appropriate."
"Why should I believe you?" I asked.
The lights suddenly went out just as I finished speaking. "You shouldn't."
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