After multiple screams coming from the room, I realized that something was probably wrong. I went over to the room and saw the horrifying shadows blurred on the opposing wall through the stain glass windows. I couldn’t imagine what was happening inside. Actually, I had an idea, but I didn’t want to take the thought too far. For I would be projecting myself inside the situation which I was trying so desperately to phase my imagination out of.

I approached the motel door with caution and pressed my ear against it. The sounds of screaming and crying emitted throughout the room could be heard. The feeling of distress and helplessness sheered through my soul for the victim. There was a pause all the sudden, and an unsettling silence that followed. I peered through the keyhole, and witnessed the thoughts of my suggestive mind come to life before my eyes.

I saw the light. The light of a television screen, argh! It couldn’t be, but it was. I felt betrayed, and mocked by the very surface of that media, extracted in the form of a rated X film. The sounds of two middle-aged men chuckling and distant hooting from another internal room. I was so enraged. I rushed downstairs to the basement and grabbed a shovel. Something had to be done, and I knew that I was soon going to be the one doing it. Nothing would stop me from getting the vengeance I need to efficiently balance the rage of emotions that almost sent me over the top.

I took the rusty shovel. Retrieved under a pile of useless possessions I was surely uninterested in exploring at the moment, I knew I was holding the correct appliance for balancing the rage. I made my way up to the door again, and positioned myself to pounce. I realized immediately that the sounds had not returned since my most present departure. There was nothing left to be heard! This made my state of nerve even more unstable, my mind even more perplexed by the confusing reality of the developing situation.

I lost myself and slammed the shovel through the door. I brought my boot to the knob, and let go of all tension in an instant. Crashing into the epicenter of the very situation itself, I tripped and dropped the shovel before me. Two men appeared before me as I looked up from my terrible success.

“What the… fuck”, the taller man uttered in disbelief.
“Oh shit. Look, I’m sorry about this. I really don’t know what to say.”, I pleaded amidst the unexplainable confusion.

“You… little…”, he replied.

I knew this was it. I had to think fast on what to do, without actually taking the time to think about it. I reached for the shovel. Failure.

“Um… No shit for you little guy”

Yikes, I knew I was screwed. I looked up and saw my old rusty friend, betraying me before my eyes.. and into my face.