The Curse of the Towne Motel

You trudge back along the road, cursing yourself. Oh well, at least you'll be able to have a nice sleep when you get to the motel. After a couple of miles you find another tire. "That's strange," you think to yourself, "Why didn't I see this before?"... But you keep walking along the road. Finally seeing your car up ahead, you quicken your pace. But something's not right... Your car has been propped up on planks of wood and the tires have been stolen. Looking around for clues, you find a scrap of red fabric, a cigarette butt and a set of footprints leading into the woods. What are you going to do next?