The Curse of the Towne Motel
'I can't believe it,' you think to yourself. 'All I did was ask to use the phone, and the old lady has a heart attack. Oh well. I'm getting out of here before the cops find me!'
You turn to run out of the hotel, but just as you reach the door, you run into the arms of a middle-aged man dressed in a gray suit. He smiles at you.
"What's the matter?" he asks.
"I-I-I-uh, oh... She's dead. The old lady's dead."
The man walks over to the old woman's body and starts checking for a pulse.
"Yes, she is dead. I suppose we'd better call the police."
Call the police? Then there must be a phone somewhere. You wonder why you didn't see it before. If the police come, they'll want to ask you all kinds of questions, and you can't handle that stress. On the other hand, if you run, it could make you look guilty of murder. What should you do?
You turn to run out of the hotel, but just as you reach the door, you run into the arms of a middle-aged man dressed in a gray suit. He smiles at you.
"What's the matter?" he asks.
"I-I-I-uh, oh... She's dead. The old lady's dead."
The man walks over to the old woman's body and starts checking for a pulse.
"Yes, she is dead. I suppose we'd better call the police."
Call the police? Then there must be a phone somewhere. You wonder why you didn't see it before. If the police come, they'll want to ask you all kinds of questions, and you can't handle that stress. On the other hand, if you run, it could make you look guilty of murder. What should you do?