Hotel Hell
“When I was younger, I was on a road trip through rural Saskatchewan with my mother and aunt. They were driving home when they realized it was late, and they were exhausted. They pulled into a small town with a tiny motel, and this is where it got weird: the front desk INSISTED they had no rooms. No cars in the parking lot, no sounds in the motel, nothing…
… My aunt is the kind of person to whom “no” is a suggestion, so eventually, we got a room to split. The whole motel was dead silent, but my mom and aunt couldn’t sleep – because someone kept trying the door handle. In the morning, the parking lot was packed full, and the motel was full of people who wouldn’t meet our eyes. No idea what was going on, but we took off as early as possible.”