The Curse of the Towne Motel
Setting the alarm on your wrist watch to 4pm, you settle your 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. His arms reach out to you in frustration, with hands gesturing wildly. Then his arms retreat as he looks over the side of the car. His face turns back to you, fear written all over it.
Your stomach lurches as the car falls swiftly downwards. The navy blue sea below welcomes you with a deafening roar. Its salty water fills your mouth in a sickly kiss. Gasping for breath, you awake on the ...
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Floor. You must have fallen off the bed in your sleep. Trying desperately to get up, you realise you have breathed in some dust from the floor. Your asthma has set in and you forgot to bring your inhaler with you from the car.
Eyes watering and ignoring the heavy pain in your chest, you use the little energy you have left to climb out through the jagged hole in the window. Collapsing on a patch of grass outside, your airway tightens. In your last breath, you look up at the motel. A shadowy white figure stands in every window. In unison, they lift a hand to wave at you. They're waving goodbye.
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. His arms reach out to you in frustration, with hands gesturing wildly. Then his arms retreat as he looks over the side of the car. His face turns back to you, fear written all over it.
Your stomach lurches as the car falls swiftly downwards. The navy blue sea below welcomes you with a deafening roar. Its salty water fills your mouth in a sickly kiss. Gasping for breath, you awake on the ...
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Floor. You must have fallen off the bed in your sleep. Trying desperately to get up, you realise you have breathed in some dust from the floor. Your asthma has set in and you forgot to bring your inhaler with you from the car.
Eyes watering and ignoring the heavy pain in your chest, you use the little energy you have left to climb out through the jagged hole in the window. Collapsing on a patch of grass outside, your airway tightens. In your last breath, you look up at the motel. A shadowy white figure stands in every window. In unison, they lift a hand to wave at you. They're waving goodbye.
