Hotel Hell
‘ I'm still not convinced staying here is a good idea’, Tara said, looking around the room with it's old carpet, flimsy curtains and decade-old bed, which had creaked ominously already when she and her lover had put the bags down on it. ‘ Oh, sweetie, it's just for the night’, the cute redhead responded from the bathroom, ‘ and you know we're both terrible night drivers.’ Tara sighed. Of course, Willow was right. The sun was already setting behind the spotty windows. The hotel had been there,...