The Curse of the Towne Motel

A tall man enters through a door on the other side of the pool area. He looks almost old-fashioned to you. Maybe that's how they dress around here, you think hopefully. His eyes dart around and he can't keep his arms still. He is making you feel very anxious. "I'd like a room for the night. If that's okay. Sir." you stammer. "A room? What kind of room would you like?" he asks, looking at you expectantly.