The Curse of the Towne Motel

You wait for what feels like a century. You can't even get a radio station being that your out in Eastjabum. With no noise except for the rainfall, you find yourself beginning to doze off. Right before you dwelve into unconsciousness, you see lights through your eyelids. You open your eyes and see a car pulling off the road just in front of you. The door opens and a man steps out. He looks to be about 300 years old the way he is all hunched over his cane. He walks over to you as you roll down your window.
"You look like you're in trouble here, Sir. May I be of assistance?", the old man says with a british accent. "My name is Clive. I'm the butler for the old 'Towne Motel' up there. Would you like to come use the phone Sir?"