TITLE: CHECK OUT IS AT 11AM
Brittle as my nerves are, there is something familiar about the smell.
Her perfume. But something else: Latent. Evil.
My heart’s pounding.
“In the room with the suitcases, I think that’s where I am…”
Phone to my ear, moving through the door.
But she’s not there. Dimly, I see it on a table, a cheap cassette player next to a microphone, her voice now looping “In the room….”
Confused, terrified, I lean over the table.
From the shadows someone I’m grabbed from behind. Icy malice reaches into me like an x-ray.
“You weren’t really expecting to leave now, were you? Why, I can see you didn’t even pack…“