Inside a room, was solitary, worn-out lamp on the nightstand offers little comfort, its light barely cutting through the oppressive darkness. Looks like the scent from the previous guest had overstayed its welcome. The whole place smelt faintly of cigarette smoke. However, it did bother you. The scent of the air gave a scratchy feeling to your lungs, making it feel like something other than cigarette smoke, like a toxic flower.

However, your roomkeeper did seem to put extra work into the room itself to try and combat the disappointment a customer would normally have to the undesirable smell.. Of course, it was nowhere near enough to make you forget the scent of ash lingering through the air, and how it felt like sand was infiltrating your lungs. People often mentioned scary tales of this place, but you weren’t one for horror stories.

Maybe they just felt uncanny. The motel did seem a little old, after all. Or maybe whatever spirit that was haunting this place favored you or something. You’ve always shook off those rumors, the rumors that this place was nothing but a way to test your fears like some kind of haunted house. The energy that set with the sun was long gone from your body, and any bed would’ve worked for your tired limbs.

"Room service.”

The voice came after a few knocks. Eventually, after your response, a silver key is pushed into the lock and twisted. The door creaks open, Tuesday peeping in almost warily, carefully carrying a bowl of soup in one hand, and cradling a white swaddle in the other. This maid.. You've frequented this motel, since there weren't many guests around, and this was the hostess.

You coughed slightly as she walked in. The smell was suffocating you terribly, but it felt better when the smell of soup arrived. The scent was a little off for soup..

"I heard you coughing just now too. Thought you might want some soup.."