The young and attractive woman stepped off the gray and dark bus and took a look around. "So THIS is New Roanoke," she said to herself then followed her statement with a laugh. "So far I don't see what all the hubbub is about."
The woman looked through her purse for a few moments, then pulled out a half empty pack of cigarettes. She packed the pack against her left hand, then opened it and removed a long, slender tobacco-filled tube. She pulled her Zippo out of her jacket pocket and lit the cigarette. She inhaled deeply on the cigarette and the exhaled with a sigh.
"Well I best get to the motel," she muttered to no one. She started to walk towards the street when something down the darkened alley that ran alongside the bus station caught her eye. Having read stories of weird occurrences and strange deaths happening in this small city, the woman thought better of walking in that direction.
As she walked towards the street, the woman could sense someone, or something, behind her. She decided to not give in to fear and look back but rather just keep walking forward. After all, her motel was right across the street and all she had to do was get that far and she would be safe.
She was almost to the street when she was certain she could hear footsteps, and not the footsteps from a regular person. These were heavy. Each THUD was the sound of a lot of weight coming down fast on the concrete of the bus lot over and over again. By the time she reached the street she couldn't hold her fear any longer and she broke into a run across the dark and rain slicked pavement.
When she finally reached the large glass doors to the New Roanoke Motel, the woman spun around to finally see her pursuer. The distance between the motel and the bus station was empty. Not even a car drove by. The woman sighed, then opened the doors and entered the motel.
A tall and slender man stood behind the counter of the motel. A brass name tag read "Stycker". He smiled as the woman approached him and asked her how he could help her.
"I have a reservation for Renee Granger," the woman said, pulling her wallet out and handing the man a credit card.
"Oh yes," the concierge said after typing Renee's name into the computer that set on the wide oak desk. "We have you set up for room 110, right here on the ground floor." He took her credit card and ran it through the billing machine, then handed it back to Renee with a key card that proudly displayed the name of the motel and room number on the face of it. "Take a right out the front door and it's the last door at the end of the motel."
"Figures," Renee muttered.
"What was that?" Stycker asked with his ever present smile stuck to his face.
"Nothing," Renee spat, than smiled at the man in apology. "Thank you."
Stycker watched as Renee walked towards the front doors and finally through them. His smile didn't leave until she was well out of sight. "Bitch," he muttered to himself.
Renee hurried towards the door to her motel room, keeping a paranoid eye around for her mysterious pursuer. When she finally reached the room, she quickly swiped the key card through the electronic lock and pushed the heavy door open. Once she was inside and had the door securely locked behind her, she finally breathed easier.
"Stupid!" she yelled at herself. "Why are you getting yourself so worked up?"
Renee sat on the bed for a moment to catch her breath, then started to look around her in a panic. After a second she placed her face in her hands and muttered, "I left my bag on the bus." She wanted to cry but she could only laugh. "Well at least I still have my purse," she told herself when she finally stopped.
Renee stood up and removed her clothes, placing her shirt and panties on the bed and leaving her jeans on the floor. She stretched her arms and legs, then walked into the bathroom.
She had just started her bath water when she heard a loud bang against the door to her room. The noises startled her, but still she grabbed a big, white towel and wrapped it around her body. Slowly, she walked out of the bathroom and towards the door.
Another bang caused her to jump and give a short scream. "W-who's there?" she called, not able to hide the fear in her voice.
There was silence for a moment, then another loud bang against the door that split the heavy wood down the middle.
"I'm calling the police," Renee yelled as she raced to the phone. She picked it up and started dialing 911 when another loud bang split the door in half, sending the broken half into the motel room and the other half still swinging on the hinges. Renee screamed and started to cry.
"What do you want?" she yelled out. "Just leave me alone! Please!" She was so upset she hadn't noticed that an operator had answered her call.
"Ma'am!" Betsy yelled into the phone. It was a pretty quiet night until she received a call from the New Roanoke Motel. So far the caller had just screamed and not responded to her. "How can I help you? What is your emergency?"
"Oh dear God!" the woman screamed. "Help! I'm at the New Roanoke Motel! Someone is breaking into my room1 Please! Help me!"
Betsy quickly radioed a nearby patrol unit to head over to the motel. "Ma'am, you need to calm down."
"How the hell do you suppose I do that exactly?" the woman screamed. There was a loud growl in the background and the woman on the other end of the line let out an ear piercing scream that put all her other screams to shame. Betsy could hear the woman telling whatever was in her room to" stay away" from her. There was another loud growling sound and another loud scream that was cut short as the line went dead.
Betsy just sat back and stared at her switchboard in disbelief. "Mother of God," she whispered.
The woman looked through her purse for a few moments, then pulled out a half empty pack of cigarettes. She packed the pack against her left hand, then opened it and removed a long, slender tobacco-filled tube. She pulled her Zippo out of her jacket pocket and lit the cigarette. She inhaled deeply on the cigarette and the exhaled with a sigh.
"Well I best get to the motel," she muttered to no one. She started to walk towards the street when something down the darkened alley that ran alongside the bus station caught her eye. Having read stories of weird occurrences and strange deaths happening in this small city, the woman thought better of walking in that direction.
As she walked towards the street, the woman could sense someone, or something, behind her. She decided to not give in to fear and look back but rather just keep walking forward. After all, her motel was right across the street and all she had to do was get that far and she would be safe.
She was almost to the street when she was certain she could hear footsteps, and not the footsteps from a regular person. These were heavy. Each THUD was the sound of a lot of weight coming down fast on the concrete of the bus lot over and over again. By the time she reached the street she couldn't hold her fear any longer and she broke into a run across the dark and rain slicked pavement.
When she finally reached the large glass doors to the New Roanoke Motel, the woman spun around to finally see her pursuer. The distance between the motel and the bus station was empty. Not even a car drove by. The woman sighed, then opened the doors and entered the motel.
A tall and slender man stood behind the counter of the motel. A brass name tag read "Stycker". He smiled as the woman approached him and asked her how he could help her.
"I have a reservation for Renee Granger," the woman said, pulling her wallet out and handing the man a credit card.
"Oh yes," the concierge said after typing Renee's name into the computer that set on the wide oak desk. "We have you set up for room 110, right here on the ground floor." He took her credit card and ran it through the billing machine, then handed it back to Renee with a key card that proudly displayed the name of the motel and room number on the face of it. "Take a right out the front door and it's the last door at the end of the motel."
"Figures," Renee muttered.
"What was that?" Stycker asked with his ever present smile stuck to his face.
"Nothing," Renee spat, than smiled at the man in apology. "Thank you."
Stycker watched as Renee walked towards the front doors and finally through them. His smile didn't leave until she was well out of sight. "Bitch," he muttered to himself.
Renee hurried towards the door to her motel room, keeping a paranoid eye around for her mysterious pursuer. When she finally reached the room, she quickly swiped the key card through the electronic lock and pushed the heavy door open. Once she was inside and had the door securely locked behind her, she finally breathed easier.
"Stupid!" she yelled at herself. "Why are you getting yourself so worked up?"
Renee sat on the bed for a moment to catch her breath, then started to look around her in a panic. After a second she placed her face in her hands and muttered, "I left my bag on the bus." She wanted to cry but she could only laugh. "Well at least I still have my purse," she told herself when she finally stopped.
Renee stood up and removed her clothes, placing her shirt and panties on the bed and leaving her jeans on the floor. She stretched her arms and legs, then walked into the bathroom.
She had just started her bath water when she heard a loud bang against the door to her room. The noises startled her, but still she grabbed a big, white towel and wrapped it around her body. Slowly, she walked out of the bathroom and towards the door.
Another bang caused her to jump and give a short scream. "W-who's there?" she called, not able to hide the fear in her voice.
There was silence for a moment, then another loud bang against the door that split the heavy wood down the middle.
"I'm calling the police," Renee yelled as she raced to the phone. She picked it up and started dialing 911 when another loud bang split the door in half, sending the broken half into the motel room and the other half still swinging on the hinges. Renee screamed and started to cry.
"What do you want?" she yelled out. "Just leave me alone! Please!" She was so upset she hadn't noticed that an operator had answered her call.
"Ma'am!" Betsy yelled into the phone. It was a pretty quiet night until she received a call from the New Roanoke Motel. So far the caller had just screamed and not responded to her. "How can I help you? What is your emergency?"
"Oh dear God!" the woman screamed. "Help! I'm at the New Roanoke Motel! Someone is breaking into my room1 Please! Help me!"
Betsy quickly radioed a nearby patrol unit to head over to the motel. "Ma'am, you need to calm down."
"How the hell do you suppose I do that exactly?" the woman screamed. There was a loud growl in the background and the woman on the other end of the line let out an ear piercing scream that put all her other screams to shame. Betsy could hear the woman telling whatever was in her room to" stay away" from her. There was another loud growling sound and another loud scream that was cut short as the line went dead.
Betsy just sat back and stared at her switchboard in disbelief. "Mother of God," she whispered.