Karl Anderson: Room 3
Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 5:05 pm
Karl Anderson: Room 3
Aching all over from the crash, no doubt, and with the beginning of a headache throbbing at your temples, you head for the door marked #3. You swing the door open and are confronted with a motel room that is almost the mirror image of the one you had just left. Instanly you hear a voice seemingly coming out of thin air, it is however a voice you recognise – that of Rutiger Paddington, it has the edge of rising panic attached to it.
“What do you mean the door is locked?”
“I mean it’s closed and locked. I can’t open it” the voice is that of Tod Guzman.
“Wait, where is...?” calls a female voice distinctly like Gracie Gunn’s.
“What the hell is that?” shrieks another female’s voice. This last voice is followed by a cacophony of voices, screams and shouts, “Run!!”, “Get away from it!!”, “How do we get out?” and such. The final voice you hear is loud, painfully loud, distinctly cold and alien, “DO YOU WANT TO LIVE?”
With that the voices are gone, the only sound is a distant television and the noises coming from those left in room #6. You look around with a start, but you are alone in an empty motel room. On the bed rests a partially unpacked suitcase and a travel bag decorated with a Star Wars motif. On the bedside table, beside the lamp, rest a silver laptop the cover of which has been stencilled with some esoteric design. Stacked in a neat pile on the mirrored chest of drawers are several slim volumes The whole room smells of neatness and stale aftershave...
Aching all over from the crash, no doubt, and with the beginning of a headache throbbing at your temples, you head for the door marked #3. You swing the door open and are confronted with a motel room that is almost the mirror image of the one you had just left. Instanly you hear a voice seemingly coming out of thin air, it is however a voice you recognise – that of Rutiger Paddington, it has the edge of rising panic attached to it.
“What do you mean the door is locked?”
“I mean it’s closed and locked. I can’t open it” the voice is that of Tod Guzman.
“Wait, where is...?” calls a female voice distinctly like Gracie Gunn’s.
“What the hell is that?” shrieks another female’s voice. This last voice is followed by a cacophony of voices, screams and shouts, “Run!!”, “Get away from it!!”, “How do we get out?” and such. The final voice you hear is loud, painfully loud, distinctly cold and alien, “DO YOU WANT TO LIVE?”
With that the voices are gone, the only sound is a distant television and the noises coming from those left in room #6. You look around with a start, but you are alone in an empty motel room. On the bed rests a partially unpacked suitcase and a travel bag decorated with a Star Wars motif. On the bedside table, beside the lamp, rest a silver laptop the cover of which has been stencilled with some esoteric design. Stacked in a neat pile on the mirrored chest of drawers are several slim volumes The whole room smells of neatness and stale aftershave...