Robin's POV Barney and I were going on a romantic getaway, setup by Lily, of course. It was supposed to be perfect... until I looked at how much gas we had left.
"We've got to pull over for gas." I pointed out.
"A few more miles and there's a gas station." I nodded, though, I knew we probably didnt have enough gas... Sure enough, I was right.
We pulled into a hotel. It was small, the main office and the rooms werent together, and there was a sign infront of the office that said vacancy.
Barney and I walked into the main office and asked for a room, he told us the cost and gave us the key to the room.
The room had dark walls and dark carpet, it had a small tv, and green-ish gold bed sheets.
We flipped through the channels -there was no guide- until we heard some knocking coming from the room right next to ours.
We knocked back, hoping that they would stop. But they knocked back too. We decided we would let it go, and for a while it stopped. A few hours later, as we were slowly falling asleep, we heard the knocking again. We went to the manager this time.
"Could you please tell the people next to our room to keep it down?" I asked "Next door?" He said. "No one else is here but you two." He said, matter of factly. "There's someone else there, or else we wouldnt be haring anything." I said, ready to win this argument.
"Alright, alright. I'll go see if anyone is there, but we have no record of anyone checking into that room recently." He walked outside, heading to the room we heard the knocking coming from. He knocked a couple of times, but nobody answered, so he opened the door. When we went inside there was absolutely nobody there, the room looked like it hadnt been touched in years. We walked into the bathroom, checking if anyone was in the bathroom. The bathroom looked exactly the same as the room did. As I was observing the bathroom I saw something. I nudged Barney, making sure he followed to where my eyes led. There, on the bathroom sink, was dry blood.
"We've got to pull over for gas." I pointed out.
"A few more miles and there's a gas station." I nodded, though, I knew we probably didnt have enough gas... Sure enough, I was right.
We pulled into a hotel. It was small, the main office and the rooms werent together, and there was a sign infront of the office that said vacancy.
Barney and I walked into the main office and asked for a room, he told us the cost and gave us the key to the room.
The room had dark walls and dark carpet, it had a small tv, and green-ish gold bed sheets.
We flipped through the channels -there was no guide- until we heard some knocking coming from the room right next to ours.
We knocked back, hoping that they would stop. But they knocked back too. We decided we would let it go, and for a while it stopped. A few hours later, as we were slowly falling asleep, we heard the knocking again. We went to the manager this time.
"Could you please tell the people next to our room to keep it down?" I asked "Next door?" He said. "No one else is here but you two." He said, matter of factly. "There's someone else there, or else we wouldnt be haring anything." I said, ready to win this argument.
"Alright, alright. I'll go see if anyone is there, but we have no record of anyone checking into that room recently." He walked outside, heading to the room we heard the knocking coming from. He knocked a couple of times, but nobody answered, so he opened the door. When we went inside there was absolutely nobody there, the room looked like it hadnt been touched in years. We walked into the bathroom, checking if anyone was in the bathroom. The bathroom looked exactly the same as the room did. As I was observing the bathroom I saw something. I nudged Barney, making sure he followed to where my eyes led. There, on the bathroom sink, was dry blood.