Mermaid Motel Novels & Stories

The one who was causing problems for all of us. I pressed play and began listening. “My name is Morgan Woods and I just got a call from Eric Singa. I’m in front of Melby’s Motel on my way to room 15C. I think I might buy this entire building and renovate it to my liking. I shouldn’t be caught dead in this place. Argh, and it reeks too. I might need to throw away everything I’m wearing now,” he sighed. I sighed too pausing the recording for a while massaging my temples. I didn’t have time for his rich bullshit talk but I had no choice. I needed to listen and skipping some parts wasn’t possible as I needed to know why the phone was in my hands not at the station.

Then, their bodies dissolved into countless, shimmering golden motes of light, drifting upward and vanishing into the brilliant sun. I could no longer hold back my tears. I believed my own life would end with their departure, my wish finally spent. But then, the system chimed one last time. [Because Player Cassidy has accomplished a feat of redemption unprecedented since the game's creation, her selfless sacrifice has profoundly moved the foundational laws of 'Terminal Paradise'. [The laws have determined that such devotion deserves an equivalent miracle. [The system will return an equal reward—"Miracle Healing." [Congratulations, Cassidy Eden. You have been reborn.]

The feeling that they had stopped woke Cassie from her nap. Cracking her neck from side to side to eradicate the kinks, she eyed the scene before her in confusion and wondered if it were a dream. The neon flashing vacancy sign for the Starlight Motel advertised per hour rates at a place that was a windy day away from demolition. Two floors of weathered doors with cast iron railing along the length stood out against the peeling paint and ratty shingles. An all-night diner on one end illuminated the parking lot which was strangely full.

Madeline smiles at them, “Thanks for the gifts.” Madeline finally heads out of the restaurant, waving a cheery goodbye to the manager. She pauses outside, takes a deep breath of the fresh night air, admires the stars, and skips home happily. She's halfway home when she notices the moon, full and shaped like a big white saucer. She feels utterly strange when she stands under the moonlight like she should yell at the full moon with all her voice's strength. A blinding light suddenly flashes before her eyes and she cries out in pain and confusion, dropping onto her knees and feeling like her body is no longer hers, as if something or someone within her wants out at last.

The old lady breathed out heavily and got some newspapers. Miya, on the other hand, eagerly is listening to the old lady’s story. “Since the opening of this motel last 1992, more than any other motel in Greendale, we have the most guest suicides.” She honestly replied. Miya took a look back at the numbers pinned in the wall. “201? The old lady wiggles her head and grinned at them. “And counting.” She then laughed extremely afterward. “Okay, babe let’s go. This old creepy lady was just scaring us.” Porter shrugged Miya and went upstairs.

“The witch will not fail us.” I roll my eyes at his dire declaration and mount my bike. This potion could be ready in an hour, and it still wouldn’t be quick enough. We pick up shitty gas station burritos and bottled water, then check into the only motel in town: a run-down hovel so close to the interstate that every passing car shakes the walls.

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

Grace in the arms of her daughter, he asked calmly, "Peach, what is the location of this motel?" As tears ran from her beautiful, brown eyes, she replied weakly, "505... 505 West 6th Street." "505 West 6th Street. Paz motel! Please hurry." James said, hanging up the phone and turning back to look at Elijah and frowned at him with disappointment in his eyes. Dodging the punch Germa swung at him, Matt ducked under his swing and grabbed him by the shirt collar, slamming him in the nose with his elbow, sending him flying to the ground as blood poured from his nose.

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING.

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.