The Curse of the Towne Motel

The woman continues to shuffle the papers on the desk. You ask her again, thinking maybe she's hard of hearing, but she cuts you off in mid-sentence, "The phone is down the hall to the right. You may want to take a candle with you because the light bulb's broken." You eye the old woman suspiciously. She seems to be stifling a grin as she hands you a candle taken from the desk drawer. Lighting it and putting it into an old fashioned candle holder, she hands it to you. "Stay in the light, she says, or you may end up wishing you had never opened the front door." At these words, your adrenaline starts pumping. What does she mean by that? With a final glance in your direction, she goes back through the door she came through, a smile playing on her lips. As the door closes behind her, you hear her repeat her warning, "stay in the light." You stare at the closed door, wondering what ever posessed you to come here in the first place. Slowly, you turn in the direction of the hallway where the phone should be. A lump in your throat causes you to freeze as you contemplate what to do next.