Motel Of The Mysteries Novels & Stories

It had taken much more than a new coat of paint and new front door. He had completely gutted the place and practically built it new from the floor up. Then all the business that he had gotten had come from the morbid horror chasers and those who are obsessed with true crime. Everyone had wanted to see the '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.

Gabriel stared blankly at the road ahead of him, and Kiera searched my face like there was more and she was trying to find where I'd hidden it. ***** The rain was still pouring heavily by the time we pulled into the motel parking lot. The place looked exactly like the kind of motel people ended up in when the night had already gone horribly wrong. Half the letters on the sign had burned out. The **O** in **MOTEL** was nothing but a black hole, leaving **M TEL** glowing weakly against the darkness. One of the parking lot lights buzzed overhead, flickering every few seconds. I stared at the building through the windshield, "Tell me we're not actually staying here."

I suppose that choice was made loud and clear when I transformed into some kind of lunar-dragon-wolf thing and fled the city. We finally reach a small town—the kind with one main street, a gas station, and not much else. On its outskirts sits a motel that's seen better days, its neon sign flickering with several letters burnt out. "Wait here," Maddox says, gesturing to a cluster of vending machines near the office. "And try to look less like you're wearing nothing but a coat." I huddle in the shadows while he approaches the motel office. Through the window, I can see him speaking with a half-asleep clerk, producing cash from somewhere and deliberately keeping the transaction brief. A few min

I looked out and indeed, it was a motel. "Oh."

REFUGE Lara entered the destination for the nearest motel on her cell phone's GPS, and a fifteen-minute drive away appeared on the screen. It was a luxurious motel, and they requested a suite with a bathtub and a pool. She loved rooms with pools and jacuzzis, and she was glad to know that this motel had such suites available at that late hour. She stepped into the shower, took a quick bath, and then got into the bathtub to relax while Murilo took his shower. She took a sip from his hidden flask of alcohol and ordered a cold cut platter to not only mask the smell of the drink but also line her stomach.

"I'm so sorry..." . . MARGAUX WATCHED ROME step out of the driver's seat and make a quick run for the door. It was already past ten in the evening when they reached a two-story cheap motel. With its street sign missing one bulb and the last letter flickering, Margaux read: The Sudden Turn. It was one of the saddest places she had seen. A lone flickering street was standing at the farthest corner of that empty parking lot, with chipping paint and tall mesh barricades surrounding the area.

She tucked the covers (which smelled strongly of bleach) under her arms, staring at the chipping paint on the ceiling. Even though Coney Queen was located at the side of a road, the entire area was silent. The motel itself housed only two guests apart from Kat and Calix. Not a popular place, apparently, which explained why the old man at the desk had been more than glad to provide them more comfort, despite their beat-up appearance. Maybe he'd thought that all they needed was a bit of cleaning up and they'd be normal guests. Well, they'd done a lot of cleaning up, but they were still fucked up.

Jackson – Head Scientist Sunney – Lady Scientist Jordan – Driver of powerplant Isaac – Senior inspector John – Junior inspector Woman – Hotel Medfly- only hotel in that small town.

“Officially, BMS isn’t a functioning motel. It was closed down two years ago. It’s not a place that should be in use.” “What!” I exclaimed. “If Natasha’s car is there, she must be inside too.” “Unofficially…” Charlotte interrupted. “The motel is used by a notorious gang. From the little I’ve been able to gather, they run gambling dens, kidnap, and torture people in that same building. The crazy thing is that many people know about the happenings there. The police might know as well but they aren’t taking action.” “We need to go back,” I turned on the ignition, my heart beating crazily hard.

"Following him through traffic cams. He stopped at a motel. The Desert Star. About forty miles from here." "Let us go." The Desert Star Motel was exactly what you would expect. Cheap. Run-down. The kind of place people go to disappear. Room 7 had a light on. "That is the room the vehicle was registered to," Mouse said. "Paid in cash. No name. Just a room number." "Everyone stay back," I ordered. "I am going in alone." "That is insane—" Razor started. "If Colt is in there, he will bolt if he sees an army. But if it is just me, maybe he will talk." I pulled out my gun. "Give me five minutes. If I do not signal, come in."