The young brunette girl, weary from hours on the road, steps out of the vehicle. Her eyes, a striking shade of green, scan the surroundings with cautious curiosity. The air is cool, carrying with it the scent of rain-soaked asphalt. She clutches her jacket tighter around her, feeling a chill that goes beyond the dropping temperature.
The girl approaches the front desk, where a disinterested clerk offers a room key without a smile. "Room 13. Enjoy your stay," he mutters, his gaze never lifting from the flickering television screen. She nods, taking the key with a mixture of anticipation and unease.
After a long, hot shower, she feels the tension of the day melting away. Clad in a comfortable nightgown, she curls up on the bed. The sheets feel cool against her skin, and exhaustion quickly pulls her into a deep slumber.
Unaware, she continues to sleep as the mattress seems to come alive. Yellow foam bubbles up around her, soft and sinister. Her body sinks further, inch by inch, until only the soles of her feet are visible, the final trace of her presence.
The door swings open slightly, moved by an unseen force. The space is eerily calm, the lamp casting shadows that seem to dance in silent mockery. Outside, the motel sign flickers once more, its light dimming as if sharing a secret with the night.
He glances briefly at the empty parking lot, a frown briefly touching his brow. "Another one gone," he murmurs to himself, before returning to the hypnotic glow of the screen. The motel waits in silence, ready for its next guest.
