#HauntedHotel Entry Four - The Weary Travelers Hotel

There was a loud pop as the back tire of the toyota camry burst. He struggled to get a grip on the steering wheel before finally putting the vehicle to a skidding stop.
Damn!!
As he stepped out of the vehicle, he heard two beeps, the sound of which was enough to make any heart flutter, the sound of his android phone’s battery losing the battle to survive and finally giving up the ghost.

Fuck!! Today is just not my day, he screamed inside. Phone dead, no spare tire and I have no idea where I am!

The moon shone brightly, taunting, almost like it was laughing at his misfortune.

You can’t stay here. The voices in his head had been louder than they usually were today. He decided to walk. He had been walking for a while now. He could feel the sweat dripping down his face, through his thick beard and unto his neck. He raised his hand to wipe his brow and that was when he saw the sign

“Weary Travelers Hotel…. your resting place”

Finally!! He thought. Maybe I’ll get some help in there. And a cold bottle of Orijin!

Alcohol always helped with the voices….
He still couldn’t shake that feeling of unease as he sipped his cold drink.
As soon as he had walked into the hotel, the voices in his head had shrieked, sending a sharp pain to the front of his temple. And that was when he felt it. That cold hand that gently caresses your spine when your get that surreal feeling of being watched. He looked around but couldn’t see anyone staring, yet he knew he was being watched.

He’d asked the receptionist for the nearest mechanic, but was told that he’d have to wait till at least noon, tomorrow. He’d had no choice but to book a room, and spend the night.

Probably just drown my sorrows in alcohol and a busty hooker, he thought to himself while walking up the stairs to his room. Yet, for some strange reason, he felt uneasy, and something else, something he couldn’t quite place his finger on.

There’s something about this place..

The hotel looked quite standard, almost fully booked, the occasional staff running around from room to room, taking orders and delivering requests. Yet he could sense something sinister in the atmosphere, or someone, something (or someone) hungry, it’s imaginary belly grumbling, growling, waiting to be sated. He felt his head ache again.

And he still couldn’t shake that feeling of being watched
He stared at the big breasted hooker in the boy shorts as she not so subtly advertised her wares from across the room, while he sipped his drink.

Might as well have some fun tonight, he thought. He was about to raise his right hand up to signal her over, when he saw Her.

The voices in his head went wild!!

She walked towards him, her red gown tightly gripping her body at just the right places, enough to show how sexy she was without coming off as slutty.

He instinctively knew that she was a part of whoever (or whatever) had been watching him.

Get out! Leave! Just go!! One of the voices in his head screamed to him, before quickly being drowned out by the others.

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

As soon as she spoke, all the voices went silent!

“Ye…ye…yeah. Of course”

What? Where the hell did that come from? I never stutter.

And yet there was something about her. She looked even more beautiful up close, her dark skin shining in the smoke filled room. She exuded an aura that felt so ethereal, so divine and yet so savagely sexual.

“You seem lost” she purred.

Her voice sent delicious shivers running down his spine, settling in his groin. The voices in his head were going crazy, and yet they weren’t screaming. They were curious.

This is new, he thought, as he felt himself harden.

“I’m sorry” he said “it’s just that I’ve had a really shitty day”

“Oh. I’m guessing you were about to remedy that with ms boobies over there” she said, smirking at him.

“Damn. Didn’t think anyone noticed that. Anyway, you seem like much better company. I’m Arinze by the way, but my friends call me Rinzo”

“Well, my friends call me Lucy”

And just like that, they hit it off. The had talked and talked, their topics ranging from world affairs to reincarnation, to sex, to the supernatural, whilst bottles of Orijin were emptying beside them.

He began to feel drowsy.

It’s probably the alcohol.

He hadn’t seen her drop the pill into his glass.

He didn’t know when his words started to slur.

He didn’t know when he passed out.

He opened his eyes.

What happened? Where am I? Where is She? These thoughts sped across his mind one after another. The voices were shrieking again. But this time there was a different quality to it. It felt like…… anticipation.

“Good. You are awake”.

“Lucy, what’s going on?”

“From the moment you walked in, I knew you were one of us”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Just listen to me Arinze. You can leave if i’m not making sense. You aren’t bound to anything”

Yet he was bound! Not physically but on a more intimate level. To the sinister atmosphere this part of the hotel oozed. To the elctrifying, exhilirating yet somewhat evil feeling in the air. To the sound of her voice as she entranced him with her words. Words that were playing back his life like a tape recorder. Telling him things about himself.

How he’d always felt incomplete.

How no one really understood his angst.

The voices always screaming in his heard, needing to be sated.

How she went through the exact same thing, before discovering this place.

He remembered the first time he had satisfied the voices. They had always been a part of him for as long as he could remember.

He remembered the whining noises the puppy made as its fur caught fire. He remembered the sweet sweet smell of its burning flesh. He remembered how the puppy’s shrieks sounded like music to his ears. He remembered the raging hard-on he got listening to the puppy’s screams. He’d never known a penis was supposed to do that!

And he remembered the quietness in his head while all this happened.

“Arinze. Rinzo” Lucy held his face in her hands. “It’s time for you to become who you were meant to be!”

She led him by the hand, into yet another room (this place seemed to have so many), it’s energy saving bulbs shining brightly.

In the room was a concrete slab.

On the slab was the well endowed hooker, this time without her boy shots on, her bountiful breasts heaving up and down her chest. She was spread-eagled, her limbs firmly secured to the slab. She’d recently shaved. He didn’t know why that turned him on.

He could see the smoothness of her skin under the bright lights.

He could smell her..

He could see the fear in her eyes…

Lucy handed him a scapel.

“Do what comes naturally” she whispered.

He could see its razor sharp edge glint under all the bright lights. He held it tight. It felt so warm, so welcome, like it was a natural extension of his arm.

He could feel their eyes on him.

Weary souls, who had stumbled upon this freakish roadside hotel, not by chance, but by fate. Weary souls who had finally gotten a resting place.

He gently caressed the hooker’s smooth thigh with the scapel, taking his time, a line of bright red blood following, filling the room with its metallic odour.

He bent over, stretching his tongue out, following that trail of bright red liquid, wiping her smooth thigh clean with his oral muscle.

This isn’t just any hotel, he thought, this is where I belong. This is home!!

He turned to look at Lucy. The smile on her face sent a warm feeling through him

“Thank you” he whispered. The voices in his head were quiet…… but this time there was something underneath the quietness.

And this time he knew what it was…..
It was excitement!!!

• Written by @Sizzle314