"Ha... Ha..." I pant as I hurriedly trudge through the forest. My legs are heavy, and burns with every step I take. My mouth is dry, and my throat throbs with a desperate thirst. My skin is sticky, and itchy with sweat, dirt and scratches. I ran away from my prison of a house a week ago, and I've been traveling on foot as far away as possible from that hell hole.
"Ah!" I shout loudly in the empty woods. My ankles rolls painfully as it gets trapped in a hole, my muscles scream, my bones ache, and my veins practically boil with pure pain.
"Ahh!" I let out one more bellow of pain. "Ugh!" I groan, using all my strength to yank out my ankle free. On wobbly knees I shakily stand up, hissing under my breath as I tentatively put weight on it.
Damn it, I twisted it! But I can't just sit out here in the middle of the woods waiting for it to get better. I readjust my heavy backpack, and start to limp, leaning on every tree I pass for support. For the next two hours I finally hiked out of the forrest, and find myself on the edge of a property.
My worn sneakers skid on the cracked, gray pavement of a small parking lot, with faded parking lines, and not a car in sight. A towering sign tells me where the hell I am,
A CHEAP MOTEL
For Intercourse With A Near Stranger
NO VACANCY
My brows jump to my hairline at the sign, impressed with the boldness of the sign. Hey, why beat around the bush? I look back at the little run down motel, a grimy little two floor building that looks like death itself wouldn't walk through the door. But its that or I sleep outside in the cold again. With a deep intake of air I start limping across the eerily abounded parking lot, towards the falling apart motel.
YOU ARE READING
Motel From Hell
HorrorBlake is a teenage runaway who finds a job at a haunted motel in the middle nowhere. In each room someone has either been murdered, or has committed suicide. As the new maid she is cleaning up murders scenes, interacting with vengeful spirits, and h...
