𝓢𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻 : 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓢𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼

Room 114

Word Count; 1,729

- Jody

I look around the plain decorated lobby of the motel I plan to live at until I find someplace new to start my life over.

Meadow Manor Motel. A harmless name for a haunting looking Motel.

It wasn't my first choice, but if it has four walls, a shower, and a mattress I should be right at home.

Home.

Something I hope to forget.

"Here's your key ma'am, the bellboy will help you with your bags, Kenneth!" The manager of the Motel handed me the keys and snapped his fingers capturing the attention of the unconscious employee.

The bellboy jumps up in surprise and grabs my sorry for an excuse suitcase and duffel bag filled with my belongings.

We make our way to the elevators, he lets me go first, he follows in behind me.

"Which room are you in, Miss?" He asks quietly. I look down at the old copper key then respond.

"Room 114." He visibly freezes in the corner of my eye.

"O-oh," He stutters out. I look at him with a questioning look.

"Why? Is there something wrong with the room?"

"N-n-no, it's just no o-one ever gets that room." He gulps.

"Okay." I stand confused at his lack of information, but yet I'm still wondering why this room seems to frighten the young man.

I try to shrug it off knowing full well that I've been through worse.

The elevator doors ding and the boy picks up my luggage and walks out, me following after him.

Walking down the abandoned hallway I look at the doors that lead to other rooms and other people.

The moans and groans of cheap affairs echo throughout the way making me cringe in distaste.

"Don't worry the walls are soundproof," Kenneth assured me. The doors surely aren't.

He asks for my key nervously. Shaking he slowly unlocks the door and walks in.

The room looks better than the hotel itself.