The moon hung high overhead, helping to illuminate the woods surrounding us as we made our way down the seemingly endless road. We'd been driving all day, traveling between states to get to some amusement park my wife wanted to visit. We thought it would be fun to have a road trip together, but an argument left things rather awkward between us. The silence lingering.
"Maybe we should find a place for the night," she suggested.
"And where do you suggest we go, out in the middle of the woods?" I said, mild irritation in my voice. "Look around, there's nothing for miles."
"I was just trying to help," she shot back. "You don't have to be so rude about it."
"I'm not-" I started before I bit my tongue, ending the argument there. "Fine, if I see a place to stop, we'll rest there for the night."
She muttered something under her breath that I couldn't quite hear before turning her head to the window.
I love her, I really do. But sometimes she can be a real hand full. The argument that started this entire road trip was that she thought one of the bags she packed was missing. I kept insisting that it was in the car. We argued back and forth until I pulled the bag from the trunk she was complaining about. She's been pissed at me since. I mean, maybe I could have been nicer about it, but I didn't sleep much last night. But that's a different story.
The road stretched on for miles and miles before we finally saw some lights in the distance. We were coming up on a town. They had to have some kind of a motel, right?
We cruised down a few roads, made some lefts and rights before we came across a tall building with a massive parking lot out front. There was a glowing neon sign that read: VACANCY.
This must be the hotel.
We stepped out of the vehicle, groaning as I was finally able to stretch my legs. It felt so relieving to get out. My entire lower half felt like it had gone numb from being in that car for so long.
She and I stepped inside the hotel and up to the front desk where a man resided. He wore a white collared shirt with a dark blue vest over it. He had long, curly brown hair draped down passed his shoulders.
"Welcome to the Gaslit Inn," he started, his voice tired and groggy. "How many guests will be staying with you tonight?"
"Uh, just me and her," I said.
He pressed a few buttons on the computer next to him before turning his attention back to us. He told us the price and I pulled the card from my wallet. He swiped it and handed it back to me, along with a room key.
"Enjoy your stay," he said glumly. He gave off the vibes of someone who didn't really like their job but desperately needed the money.
We made our way out to the car to grab a few bags before returning to the hotel and checking into our room.
The room wasn't much different from any other place I've stayed. There was a narrow hallway with a bathroom on the right. The room then opened up to two beds with red and white sheets cleanly draped over them. The opposite wall housing a flat screen TV with a remote just beneath it.
She and I sat our stuff down and unpacked some clothes for the night.
"This place isn't too bad, is it?" she said as she slipped out of her clothes and into her night gown.
"I mean it could be worse," I said.
After changing, we crawled into bed together. The mattress was far softer than anything I was used to. It felt incredible on my back after such a long day. But then, I felt the bed begin to squirm.
I rolled over toward my wife, seeing what she was doing to make the bed move in such a way, but she was sitting up, looking at me with a worried expression.
The bed shook again, harder this time.
I turned to crawl out, but the frame of the bed had somehow grown longer and larger. There were jagged pieces of wood covering the ground, pointing up at us. Then, the bed frame tilted upward, creating this 'V' shape around us.
We tried to fight back, tried to escape the bed, but the front and back of the bed was squishing us more and more, until the bed consumed us...
"Maybe we should find a place for the night," she suggested.
"And where do you suggest we go, out in the middle of the woods?" I said, mild irritation in my voice. "Look around, there's nothing for miles."
"I was just trying to help," she shot back. "You don't have to be so rude about it."
"I'm not-" I started before I bit my tongue, ending the argument there. "Fine, if I see a place to stop, we'll rest there for the night."
She muttered something under her breath that I couldn't quite hear before turning her head to the window.
I love her, I really do. But sometimes she can be a real hand full. The argument that started this entire road trip was that she thought one of the bags she packed was missing. I kept insisting that it was in the car. We argued back and forth until I pulled the bag from the trunk she was complaining about. She's been pissed at me since. I mean, maybe I could have been nicer about it, but I didn't sleep much last night. But that's a different story.
The road stretched on for miles and miles before we finally saw some lights in the distance. We were coming up on a town. They had to have some kind of a motel, right?
We cruised down a few roads, made some lefts and rights before we came across a tall building with a massive parking lot out front. There was a glowing neon sign that read: VACANCY.
This must be the hotel.
We stepped out of the vehicle, groaning as I was finally able to stretch my legs. It felt so relieving to get out. My entire lower half felt like it had gone numb from being in that car for so long.
She and I stepped inside the hotel and up to the front desk where a man resided. He wore a white collared shirt with a dark blue vest over it. He had long, curly brown hair draped down passed his shoulders.
"Welcome to the Gaslit Inn," he started, his voice tired and groggy. "How many guests will be staying with you tonight?"
"Uh, just me and her," I said.
He pressed a few buttons on the computer next to him before turning his attention back to us. He told us the price and I pulled the card from my wallet. He swiped it and handed it back to me, along with a room key.
"Enjoy your stay," he said glumly. He gave off the vibes of someone who didn't really like their job but desperately needed the money.
We made our way out to the car to grab a few bags before returning to the hotel and checking into our room.
The room wasn't much different from any other place I've stayed. There was a narrow hallway with a bathroom on the right. The room then opened up to two beds with red and white sheets cleanly draped over them. The opposite wall housing a flat screen TV with a remote just beneath it.
She and I sat our stuff down and unpacked some clothes for the night.
"This place isn't too bad, is it?" she said as she slipped out of her clothes and into her night gown.
"I mean it could be worse," I said.
After changing, we crawled into bed together. The mattress was far softer than anything I was used to. It felt incredible on my back after such a long day. But then, I felt the bed begin to squirm.
I rolled over toward my wife, seeing what she was doing to make the bed move in such a way, but she was sitting up, looking at me with a worried expression.
The bed shook again, harder this time.
I turned to crawl out, but the frame of the bed had somehow grown longer and larger. There were jagged pieces of wood covering the ground, pointing up at us. Then, the bed frame tilted upward, creating this 'V' shape around us.
We tried to fight back, tried to escape the bed, but the front and back of the bed was squishing us more and more, until the bed consumed us...
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