Murder In Silence.

Hi, my name's Maura. I'm traveling to a friends' house, but my car breaks down, lucky for me it dies in front of a motel... or am I?
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1. Damn This Old Car.

Whir. Click, click, click. Cough. Sputter. Silence. No. No, my car did not die. Not just yet.

It was only a few more miles to Nithyas house!

I looked up from the dash of my steering wheel. There's a motel. Thank God.

My name's Maura, I'm going to my best friends home across the state of Illinois. I have long dark hair and blue eyes. And now, apparently, I'm staying at this motel. Small Town Cloud. 


I get out and call Nithya, I get her voice mail so I tell her where I'm staying and to call me when she gets the voice mail. 

I grab my bag and walk into the motel, no one's there. Odd. The walls are painted burgundy and there's hardwood flooring. Green couches (that seem to not have been used in forever) are facing each other and an old fashioned TV plays a movie. I recognize Marilyn Monroe and smile to myself.

"Hello?" I call out.


I scream and turned around. A short man with slicked back hair smiles at me.

"Oh I'm so dreadfully sorry if I scared you." He says. I don't like the sound of his voice, it's scratchy and hesitant.

"No, it's fine." I say. I try to breathe normally again.

He smiles at me. "My name is Neil Ahzstin."

"Cool, what is that German?"

He chuckles at me, "no my dear, modern English."

"Oh. My name's Maura Reed."

Neil nods and smiles, wow he's creepy.

"Let me log you in." He says, then motions to the counter behind me.

"Of course." I say. I turn around and he walks around to the other side. 

I watch awkwardly as he flips through the log book to a page with a few other names. I sign in, taking a glance at the other names. 

Maura Winters.

Maura Spencer.

Maura Light.

Maura Haben. 

All Maura? What the hell?

I look up at Neil, he's watching me with the same creepy smile.

"That's ironic all of the girls are named Maura." I say.

"Yes. It is isn't it?" He asks. He smiles even wider.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, there was a little voice screaming  "GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE YOU IDIOT!"

I shrug it off. 

Neil hands me a key to my room and I take my bag up with me. I sit down on the bed and called a tow truck, they said they'd get it tomorrow.

I sigh, thank them for their troubles, and hang up.

I lay down on the bed and look up at the pain chipping ceiling. The walls are layered with tearing light pastel green stripes, and a scuffed up hardwood flooring. The beds a rickety old brass frame and old crisp white sheets.

I tried calling Nithya. No luck. I sigh and closed my eyes.

I open them again and see Neil standing in front of me.

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