Here's a little teaser for you guys
"Here you go." The woman reached below the counter and gave me the towels.
"This motel isn't famous for its hospitality." The woman says. The witch is getting on her broomstick.
"No kidding." I grumbled under my breath.
"What's it known for?" I questioned. This lady may creep me out, but she peeked my curiosity.
"It's kind of morbid. Are you sure you want to hear about it?"
"I'm sure I can handle it." I say and flash the Hale smile.
"My husband keeps that number up there to count."
"Okay.."
"They are a number of how many suicides have occurred in this motel since it opened." Okay, that was freaky as hell.
"When did this place open."
"1963." The woman answered and my eyes lingered to the number behind her.
"198." I mumbled.
"And counting." The woman laughed and I was officially creeped the hell out. I took a step back and gave her a polite smile before making my way back to the room. Bam! Like that, there was nothing but blackness.