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The sun dipped under the hills of the Nevada desert, illuminating the hot sands and my even hotter car in a distinct orange glow. Wind rushed in to the stolen car due to the laid down convertible top, my wife, well, for all intents and purposes, ex-wife, always had a great taste for material things. Too bad she canβt pick out her own coffin, huh? Iβm sure she wouldβve selected the perfect one. A slight chuckle escapes me as I imagine the look on that son of a bitches face when he comes over for their weekly βrompβ. Oh, to have the satisfaction of getting to witness it. A bell rang out somewhere in the distance, which was enough for me to reduce my driving speed. Soon after the first bell, another chime and the faint sell of Marijuana met my nostrils. βStrangeβ I thought, there was only sand and road for as far I could see. Moments later another bell toll and I felt my eyes start to get heavy. βFuck. Not the time for this kind of thing.β A few more miles down the road and it was looking like I was going to have to nap on the side of a desert. Then a light caught my eye. What I gathered to be about three miles down, there looked to be a side road. I made the turn down the road and a few minutes later was blessed with a sight for the sorest of eyes. A large hotel with a relatively empty parking lot. Only a black Mercedes Benz, an old ragged VW βhippy vanβ as my old man called them, and what I assumed to be the Hotel shuttle bus. βThere must be an airport somewhere close.β I spoke aloud to myself. βThere isnβt darling.β A soft, voice spoke from the front entrance of the hotel. Startled, I jerked my head towards the entrance. Stood there in the doorway was a slender, black haired female, holding a candle. She wasnβt what you would call a bombshell, but, there was something oddly sexy about her. βSorry to startle you.β She smiled. βWelcome to Hotel…β I didnβt catch the actual name of the hotel because the word βWelcomeβ seem to ring in my head. I smiled and walked toward the door βThank you, I found this place just in time.β She smiled back. βYou sure did.β
The next morning I awoke in an almost dazed like state and it took me a second to remember where exactly I was.βOh right.β As I stretch and rub my eyes. Pulling my hands away from my eyes and looking up, I couldβve sworn for a split second there was someone standing in the room with me, you know that feeling you get? Seeing the room completely empty didnβt startle me too much but it did send a slight shiver down my spine.βWeird vibe in this place, man.β Speaking out loud to no one. βI hope they serve breakfast at least, Iβm starving.β After showering and getting dressed I walked out of my room, taking a look around, I had no recollection of even walking down this hallway the night before. βWelcome…..welcome…welcome…β seemed to echo quietly down the hall. βWhat the fuck?β I whispered to myself, digging a finger into my ear, making sure Iβd actually just heard that.
It wasn’t too long a walk in to the lobby, which had the sun beaming in to it through two gigantic bay windows. βNice touch.β I spoke aloud, again, to no one in particular. βMy favorite feature of the hotel, honestly.β Chimed a sultry voice from behind me,causing me to jump. I turned to see the dark haired woman from the night before and let out a nervous laugh. βI didn’t mean to startle you dear, I apologize.βShe put on a smile, one that left me wondering whether or not she truly meant to startle me. Another nervous laugh. βItβs no problem, youβre just the person I was looking for, actually.β βOh really?β A more appeasing smile spread across the womanβs face. In good lighting she was actually insanely beautiful. Flowing black hair, deep set, emerald green eyes, very faint laugh lines around her eyes, and a slight crook to her smile. That with the smooth, sultry tone of her voice, I could feel that daze set in on me again. I blinked my eyes a few times and smiled βDoes this place serve breakfast?β βOf course, follow me to the dining room, we have a wide variety of freshly prepared foods.β She lead me down another hallway, the same βwelcome….welcome…welcome.β echoing through it. βDo you hear that?β I asked, digging in to my ear again. βHear what, dear?βShe never even broke stride. βUhm, nothing, donβt think Iβm fully awake yet.βAnother nervous laugh. She shared my laugh. βHere we are.β Stopping in front of a large wooden door as she pulled a key out of her pocket. She unlocked and opened the door, then stood aside to let me in. βGo on in, have a seat, Ferris will be in momentarily to make sure youβre taken care of.β One last smile as she turned to walk away. I couldn’t help but stare as she walked off, she had a certain wiggle in her walk, but it was such a fluent motion, the daze setting in my head again.
I sat at the one table in the room, which I found strange, for about five minutes when a short, stocky man entered the room. βGood morning, sir. Can I get you a beverage, coffee, maybe a glass of milk?β I smiled. βYou must be Ferris. How about a scotch on the rocks,Fer?β He beamed a smile back at me, βWise choice sir, unfortunately, weβve been without spirits since β69. The ownerβs wife drank herself to death in June of that year.β I clicked my tongue. That was probably more information than I needed. βYou donβt say, well then a glass of milk will do just fine.β βCertainly sir. I shall return shortly.β He hurried off. βFunny little guy.β As I glanced around the room. The interior of this room was very Victorian, elaborate paintings, large couches and end tables throughout. Still not fully awake I rubbed my eyes again. βWhat is wrong with me today?β βYou just havenβt had your milk yet, sir.β Ferris said, as I nearly fell out of my chair. βSweet Christ, man! You scared me to death.βThe smile from his face never wavered, which was off putting. βMy apologies,sir.β He sat a large glass in front of me, filled almost to brim with milk. βNowsir, the kitchen offers a variety of the best foods for breakfast.β βUhm, just an omelet, cheese, green peppers, and bacon will be just fine, man.β βExcellent choice sir. Afford me ten minutes and Iβll have that right out for you.β βAbsolutely,Fer.β He scurried off again. I picked up the glass in front of me and took adrink. βDamn.β Another drink. βThatβs good milk.β I set the glass down and stretched in my chair. Then the daze slipped in to my head again, followed by the echoing βWelcome….welcome….welcome…β Except this time it was no whisper. βWhat the fuck.β My eyes grew heavy. βWelcome….welcome….welcome….βI made an attempt to stand, but couldnβt. βWelcome…welcome….welcome.βEchoed on as my eyes slipped shut. βWelcome……welcome…..wel….β
I shot awake in to a sitting position, breathing heavy, and sweat pouring out of me. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. The room was dark, with a small bit of sunlight pouring in through the curtains over my window. Glancing around I noticed I was in my room at the hotel. βWhat a fucked up dream.β I swung my feet to the floor, and immediately noticed the floor was soaking wet. βOh man, are you serious? Is there a phone in here?β I glanced around the room. There didn’t appear to be. So I stood and made my way to the light switch to see where the water was coming from before I went down to the desk. The light flickered on, and to my utter horror, there wasn’t any water on the carpets. Instead, the whole floor was a puddle of blood. βOh my god.β The fear in me grew as I took it all in, then, came to a head as my sight got to the far right corner of the room. βHolyshit.β With a shiver in my voice. In the corner lay my dead, cheating wife, the bastard she was screwing, and Ferris. Cut up, dismembered and all three of them, staring right at me with dead eyes. βWhat the FUCK?!β I slammed my eyes shut. βThis canβt be real, this isnβt real. This. Can. Not. Be. Real.β I opened my eyes, and was right. No blood, no dismembered bodies. Just my room, then the echoing βWelcome…..welcome…welcome…β It was so loud this time, βWelcome…..welcome….welcome.βI turned for the door and yanked it open, stepped out to the hallway and slammed it shut. βWhat. The. Fuck. Is happening?β Goosebumps covered my body. βSomething wrong, dear?β That smooth voice spoke. It didnβt even startle me this time, I was already so terrified. What did startle me was turning and facing the woman. She was not the beautiful, slender dark haired woman. She was terrifying. Matted hair, a toothless smile surround by a face with sagging skin. My breath shortened again and I took a few steps away from her. βWhat…what the fuck is going on here.β I choked out. βOh honey.β She cackled. βIsnβt this place lovely? Itβs been here for centuries you know?β Like she didnβt even hear me. βWhat the fuck are you playing at, lady?! What kind of fucked off tricks are you pulling on me?β She cackled again. βTricks? My dear, if anybody is tricking you, itβs you. You put yourself here in my hotel.β The pounding in my ches seemed to be echoing now. βOk, ok fine, I just want out of here. I want to checkout, like now.β Another smile spread across her decrepit face. βYou may checkout whenever you please. Good luck leaving though.β And then she was gone.
My brain was swimming, I felt drunk as I stumbled down the hall. βWhat is happening?β I moaned, cradling my head in my hands. I looked back up towards the end of the hall and was struck with horror, yet again. Barreling towards me was a tidal wave of blood, like something out of The Shining. βFuck!β I turned to run the other way, but another wave approached from that side as well. The panic in me was like nothing Iβd ever felt in my life, until I noticed the door in front of me. I burst through it then slammed it shut, listening to the waves collide with each other. Eyes closed and breathing heavy as I tried to collect myself, leaning against the closed door. βNot out of the woods yet, baby.β My eyes shot open and the room in which I entered was another dining room with at least fifteen tables, all with four chairs surrounding them, each chair occupied by my dead wife. βWhat the….β I couldnβt even finish the sentence. She, they, all began to laugh. A maniacal cackle that turned my blood cold. βOh baby, we are not finished yet.β I was ready to turn back out the door and run. Then, it occurred to me, this bitch is dead. I killed her with my own two hands. So either, Iβm just having a really bad nightmare, or Iβm dead myself,and this is just hell. βOh honey, you arenβt sleeping, and you sure arenβt dead.β They all spoke, like they were all inside of my head. The chills were back. βI have to get the fuck out of here. Have to.β They all laughed as I swung the door back open and ran back out in to the hallway. βGood luuuuuck, honey.βThey called with a cackle.
I hit the hall running. βGoing somewhere, sir?β Ferrisβ voice echoed through the hall. βFuck you, fer!β I screamed back. I made it to the lobby where the orange of the setting sun poured in from the bay windows, along with flashing red and blue lights. βOh fuck.β βLooks like some friends came to visit you.β The sultry voice spoke.Though, upon a glance around the room, the woman was nowhere to be seen. βWhat are you doing to me?!β I screamed. From nowhere bodies started falling to the ground, making a sickening thud as they hit they landed. βLike I said, dear.βShe spoke. I realized that, like the dining room chairs, the floor was being occupied by my dead wife. βYouβre here on your own plans. What is it that Henley said? Prisoner of your own device, right?β Her cackling began again,followed by the laughter of my wife. My head was going to split. βFuck this.Fuck it.β I turned to the door and contemplated my last few minutes of freedom.I was an hour out of Cali, I shouldβve just held on for another hour. The bodies continued to fall to the floor. The ringing of the bell that started this whole thing started again, as the smell of marijuana filled my nostrils. βYou almost made it didnβt you, baby?β My wife spoke and laughed. βFuck you, you cheating bitch.β I ran for the front doors and burst through with my hands up.
There was at least twenty cop cars in the parking lot. All of the occupying officers had their service pistols pointed at me. βTURN AROUND AND DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!β One screamed from a megaphone. I did as I was told, and couldnβt help but smile as I looked at the building Iβd just exited, abandoned and boarded up. Probably hadnβt been occupied for decades. βOf course.β I laughed. The laugh was subdued at first, but quickly turned in to the insane cackle Iβd heard from the old woman. βOFCOURSE.β Laughing louder. βShut up.β The butt of a rifle struck my head, and I was out.
βAnd thatβs how I ended up here.β Sitting in my padded cell, smiling. My cellmate looked me over for a minute, then spit on the ground. βMotha fuckaβ, you think just because Iβm black, I donβt know who The Eagles are? I ought to whoop your stupid ass. That was Hotel California you just told me bro. Get the fuck out of my face with that bullshit and go back to bed. Donβt be talking to me anymore either,fuckboy.β
CREDIT : Tyler Jensen
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