The motel is poorly kept. The paint is peeling and cobwebs line the walls. An old man (the only old person you've seen since entering the town) stares at you indifferently from the other side of the counter. He doesn't look touched like the people on the street, but there is something unwholsome about him. "I'd like a room please" you say to him nervously. He pretends he doesn't hear you. "Excuse me" You say but he cuts you off "one hundred dollars per night." That seemed a little steep, but you didn't want to argue with the jerk, so you payed him for all three nights in advance. He stared at you as if he was waiting for you to leave. "key" you said. He grunted and handed you the key. "Water's not working, hope you don't mind" You mumble a response under your breath and head upstairs. You are in room 208. There is a dingy bed with sheets that have various dark splotches from unknown sources, a small chest of drawers with a lamp on it and a restroom. The lamp doesn't have a lightbulb in it, but for some reason this doesn't surprise you. Cobwebs have formed in the toilet and it doesn't flush. "perfect. I have to stand three days of this!?" You decide it would be best to spend as much time as you can away from the motel.
The man at the front desk gives you the creeps.
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