Jun 27, 2017
@consequentson
The yellow bug pulls up in front of the stretch of motel rooms, dark clouds looming overhead. Emma leans forward, hands still digging into the steering wheel as she reads the vacancy sign. A heaviness sets in her chest as she finally turns off the car, climbing out, and taking everything in. The place seems dead and a voice in the back of her mind suddenly wonders if it’s haunted.
She enters the small office and it seems like no one is there. She hits the bell and still no response. No wonder there’s not a soul around. No one answers. ⊰ Anybody home? .... Are there any ghosts here? ⊱