The Curse of the Towne Motel
Congratulating yourself for making a sensible choice in allowing yourself the required eight hours of sleep for your age group, you set the alarm on your wrist watch for 2pm. You place your weary head back on the dusty pillow. As your mind settles into sleep, your nervous thoughts melt away and you let your body sink further into the mattress. You dream of handsome strangers offering you rides in their old-fashioned cars. You drive around a dreamscape of winding roads and deadly cliffs with not a care in the world. One of your companions opens his mouth to speak, flashing you a view of two rows of perfectly white teeth. You cannot understand what he is trying to tell you. He frowns at you and his incomprehensible voice becomes louder, until it turns into a high-pitched scream. Your dream-self begins to cry and you see oversized tears staining the light blue summer dress you are wearing. The screaming dies down as you feel warm kisses covering your face. Looking up, you see the white-toothed man smiling at you. His pale skin is flushed pink in places. In slow-motion, he places one of his hands into a pocket of his jacket. It emerges with a chunky silver ring, which he holds up to you. You take it, unsure of what to do with it. Suddenly, the car and man are gone. You are standing on a cliff face, still holding the ring. Your fingers trace over the engraved "Q" on the top of it. Then your fingers wrap tightly around the ring and your body leaps off the cliff, down to the crashing waves below.
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Waking with a headache, you clumsily grope for your watch - pressing a button on the side of it which turns off the beeping noise it is making. Glancing at the time, you see it is 2:32. Wow, you slept through your alarm for half an hour. You must have been really tired.
The room looks a lot different in the daylight. You can see a thick layer of dust covering most of the floor. The only bare patches are made up in the shape of your footprints. But something troubles you about the footprints. They are in the shape of a bare foot, whereas you were wearing shoes when you came in. And they lead towards the wall to your left, making it appear as though the person belonging to the footprints walked straight through the wall.
Your next decision is to:
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Waking with a headache, you clumsily grope for your watch - pressing a button on the side of it which turns off the beeping noise it is making. Glancing at the time, you see it is 2:32. Wow, you slept through your alarm for half an hour. You must have been really tired.
The room looks a lot different in the daylight. You can see a thick layer of dust covering most of the floor. The only bare patches are made up in the shape of your footprints. But something troubles you about the footprints. They are in the shape of a bare foot, whereas you were wearing shoes when you came in. And they lead towards the wall to your left, making it appear as though the person belonging to the footprints walked straight through the wall.
Your next decision is to: