A Riddle: The Hotel Incident 

The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s.

The hotel that Eli and I fled to was a beautiful old-fashioned Southern bed and breakfast. The odd thing about it was there didn’t seem to be any other guests staying there outside of us. We saw nobody coming and going outside of the lobby clerk. Before we went to bed, I locked the door that first night. The entire place had a 10 foot high stone wall around the building, and it felt like a fortress. The only entrance to the whole area was the front door leading into the lobby, and you had to be buzzed in to enter. 

The following day when I woke up, there were blood spots on the sheets that had not been there the night before, and I had no idea where they had come from. An empty glass bottle of orange juice was on the floor. But at a second glance, it was not empty after all. There was black rot around the edges and a decaying mouse inside. I had never seen anything like it before. The front door to our room was wide open. 

I had risen before Eli, discovering these oddities. I had not heard any noise throughout the night. I padded barefoot to the lobby. Empty, and there was nobody in sight. Time to find a new hotel!

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