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The only light that I have is the moonlight. The car came to a stop, making a rumbling noise as the engine dies. I see a light and a sign that says Molly's Motel, I gather my things and get out of the car into the pouring rain. I run onto the porch of the old, victorian house. Inside has an old musty smell, the room is lit with burning candles. I then remind myself that it's only for one night. I walk over to the counter, where an old woman with white, crazy hair, stood playing with her pen. On the away over there, one of the board floors snapped and I fall into the floor. I push myself out from the floor, then continue to the counter. Caught up in her fascination with her pen, I clean my throat. “Oh,” she puts her pen down and laughs to herself. “I didn't hear you come in.” I turn to the broken floor board, asking myself if that just happened. “Um…” I say as I turn back to her “I would like to check out-” She thrust a pair of keys towards me “pay in the morning, no credit cards or checks, just straight cash.” With hesitation I take the keys “uh… Thanks.” I slowly walk away, not sure what's happening. This a strange place. I tell myself. “No problem, hon- oh and night night, don't let the bed monsters bite.” I turn around and lightly laugh “you mean ‘don't let the bedbugs bite’?” She blinks in thought, then gave a smile “exactly what I mean.” I continued to my room, which was room 1. But all the way down on the other side of the hallway. This is a weird place.

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