The next morning Sean woke up miserable. He had only gotten a couple of hours of sleep, and his head was throbbing. He moaned and then looked around the motel room. It was hideous. The walls were scratched up, the paint was chipped, the curtains were ripped, and it smelt awful. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, wishing he was still asleep. Then there was a knock on the door. He grabbed the gun from his bag and slowly walked over to the door. He looked through the peephole on the door, and saw that it was Adam. He put the gun on the desk and opened the door.
"Hey Adam, come on in." Sean said as he opened the door wider to let him in. He looked around the hallway, and then closed the door.
"So, how did you know where I was?" Sean asked as they walked over towards the coach. Adam sat on the broken up desk chair, and Sean sat on the couch across from him.
"Well, it's the only motel in town and I gave the guy down stairs a fifty and he was more than happy to tell me what room you were in." He said as he looked around the hideous room.
"Nice." Sean said as he reached for the can of salt he had placed on the table next to the couch. He opened it, poured some in his hand, and threw it in Adams face. He spit it out.
"What the hell was that?" Adam asked as he wiped the salt from his face.
"Salt. Sorry, I read online that salt hurts demons. Same with holy water. Just checking." Sean said as he twisted the cap back on the container and put it on the table.
"Right." Adam said slowly. "Well, what else did you find?"
"A lot. There's a lot of crap about demons online. I did find this one thing though, it was an exorcism. It's supposed to send demons back to hell. There was also this thing called a demons trap. You paint it on the floor or ceiling and if the demon walks inside of it, it's trapped." Sean said as he walked over to the cooler, grabbed two beers, and then handed one to him.
"That's pretty cool." Adam said as he grabbed the beer from Sean's hand. "We still have a problem though."
"What's problem?" Sean asked as he sat back down.
"How the hell are we supposed to find it?" Adam asked as he stood up and pulled a paper out of his pocket.
"Here, I have to head back home now, just call me if you find anything." He said as he handed Sean a paper with a phone number on it.
"Yeah, thanks." He said as Adam walked out the door. He took the paper and put it in his pocket, and then he walked over to the door and closed it.
Sean started putting his stuff in his bag, and then he found something. It was a picture of Lizzie. It must have fallen out of his wallet, because it was just lying on the bottom of the bag. He picked it up and took a closer look at it. The picture was of him and Lizzie on their one year anniversary. They were in Florida, because that was where she grew up, and she loved it there. He stared at the picture for a couple of minutes, and then put it back in his wallet. He knew it was going to be very hard to live without her.