Evidence

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Evidence

"You'll always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit." The mellifluous yet raspy voice of a woman recited. Her face hiding from the camera in a place that looked to me like a dated hotel room.

Odd as it seemed, there the recording began. To whom she spoke I had no clue... and there it ended. I found it romantic, rather than scary. Sure they had the most ardent night and he, knew all the sins she represented.

I played with the CD in my hands, a little bit disappointed as I bought it second hand, being dragged by the written in sharpie "evidence" on it. Nothing interesting neither creepy, only that phrase, alluring the voice, anonymous the speaker that hummed in my head until I fell asleep.

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The sun announced another day, brighter than I ever knew. I rubbed my eyes and phosphenes cleared soon to find I wasn't in my own room. My heart shrunk and air was hard to breath. Time seemed to stop and a my spine stiffen to a chill current running up, heating my face, pulse throbbing so erratically that my ears drummed deafening me. I wasn't home.

It was a dingy motel room, one I didn't recognized. I jumped out the bed, the smell of mold and dust choked me, the same way despair and confusion did. I ran out the room. Door after door down the hallways closed, no one else in sight. The lamps on the ceiling flickered yellow, hissing.

After a few lefts and rights I was in the lobby and hustled outside. There I stood, my face dropped, eyes filled with tears, reading the two signs on the front of the shabby, one story motel: 'Stardust Motel - Vacancy and 'Marfa, TX - Don't walk West'.

 There I stood, my face dropped, eyes filled with tears, reading the two signs on the front of the shabby, one story motel: 'Stardust Motel - Vacancy and 'Marfa, TX - Don't walk West'

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That's when I looked at myself, dressed in a light white spring dress. Horrified to the upside-down word sin written on the skirt... my hands covered in dark, dried blood.

*This story was written for the "Art of Madness" contest hosted by Nyhterides. She always gives the best prompts to write! I hope you like it.

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