You’re driving across the country from Maine to Los Angeles. Along the way, you stop for the night in a roadside motel. The room’s not much, but it’s clean and quiet – until about 1 in the morning when you’re awakened to the sound of blood-curdling screams next door.
Needless to say, you don’t sleep well. The next morning as you’re leaving, you walk by the door and see that it’s open. The housekeeping staff hasn’t arrived yet, so you peek into the room and see no evidence of the night before. In fact, the room appears untouched aside from a single half-eaten truffle on the table.
You can take this in two different directions:
A – What happened between the time you heard the screams and the time you left the next morning?
B – Why is there a half-eaten truffle and nothing else?
Give us 100 words, either in the comments or on your own website (and let us know so we can check it out).
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Katirra Says:
Stepping into the room, the door slams shut and locks. Each time I unlock & twist the knob it locks again. No signal on my cell phone & the room phone is dead.
Pacing.
It is 10-15 degrees colder, I shiver. The clock flashes 1 A.M.
I’m hungry.
I see a truffle on the nightstand, I take a bite.
A woman appears, points a finger at me and screams. I set the truffle down to walk towards her. She grabs my arm; I begin shrinking until I am no more.
The room is empty, except a half-eaten truffle.
Posted on December 19th, 2009 at 12:38 pm