The Motel Room 208

"It was probably because I was so afraid of the stranger coming back at any moment that I didn't wait very long to creep into that hole," he says. The beam of the flashlight bounced across something tall only a few feet away from him and my brain screamed at me that someone was here, but it wasn't a person. In the center of the square was a chair and a tiny card table. On the table was a short thick candle that had been blown out and a scattered bunch of wood. What looked at first like scrabble tiles with letters on them were actually small shards of glass.