Your skin crawls as you slowly open your eyes. It's dark - of course it is, as it it's the middle of the night. You're lying in a reasonably comfortable bed in a strange motel. Not your first choice, but it worked for a night.
Or so you assumed.
Your sleep has been plagued by strange noises and other, unexplainable things. The smell of old perfume, an occasional sensation of a soft and careful touch. You blew them off, clearly your anxious mind was playing tricks on you. It's just you in this old motel room, your bags and maybe a bug or two.
