This is just great. I should have done a bit more research before I signed up for this deathtrap. The question is, do I stay and take my chances and survive in this hotel of doom, or do I venture out, try to find a new hotel, and just eat the cost? It is on Karlo’s tab after all.

Thunder clapped, causing the lights to flicker.

I walked to the window and opened the blinds. The storm was brutal—wind whipped the trees back and forth like those inflatable car lot dancers. Rain pounded the streets so hard the storm drains overflowed, flooding the roads. Cars driving with bad tires skidded and slid on the roads, nearly rear-ending each other like bumper cars. On the interstate, traffic crawled bumper to bumper.

Do I risk my life in here or on the road? Let's see what this place has to offer before I do anything too drastic

Opening my backpack, I grabbed my laptop and turned it on. Okay, this death trap has some pretty fast internet.

I checked out the bathroom. It was spacious and nice, with a waterfall shower and a large mirror. The sink faucet worked great—the water heated up fast and cooled down just as quickly when I adjusted the handle. But I needed to know one more thing, the toilet pressure

A flush of true perfection.

The Mini fridge was packed with many mini bottles of alcohol, drinks and even a freezer section with some ice cream. I lifted the little sign off the fridge, and it read, “No extra cost for anything in the fridge” What a steal! Cracking open a Coke, I took a large sip as I walked over to the bed.

This place was turning out to be an amazing find. It almost seemed as if I found a gem in a puddle of blood. I'm thinking the only reason this place has two star rating is because of all the death.

I put on my pajamas, pulled back the covers, and slid into bed. The sheets wrapped around me perfectly, as tight as a burrito. It’s settled. I am not leaving this lovely cloud until the morning.

After watching a movie, I put my phone on the nightstand, rolled to my side and closed my eyes. The storm outside served as white noise, slowly lulling me to sleep. The thunder cackled in the distance; the rain patted the window; the blood-curdling screams roared throughout my room. Thunder sounds different here than it does back home.

Turning over, I faced the windows and closed my eyes to get some sleep. “Help! He’s stabbing me to death!” someone screamed. It sent chills down my spine. Hmmm…. that was definitely a woman’s voice. Oh, it’s probably a ghost from a murder Bethany was telling me about.

Adjusting my pillow, I focused on the white noise outside again. If I can block out the screams, then I will finally be able to get some sleep. Just focus on happy thoughts. Tasty flaky cinnamon buns, hippos that don’t have clowns inside of them, a nice normal life of mundane pleasures. “I’m not a ghost, please help! Oh, my God! He’s ripping out my liver with his bare hands!” She screamed again.

He’s doing what!? Sorry, lady, you're going to have to handle that shit. You better start praying there is a fool dumb enough to help you.

“Dear God, he stepped on my cinnamon roll!” she screamed again.

That bastard's gonna die!

Leaping out of bed, I grabbed my room key and bolted out of the door.