Your working the night shift at the motel you walk to the next room yelling “room service” a couple of times before going in to clean.

The room’s dark so you turn the light on. After some cleaning you stumble across a sketchbook curious you open it to see a lot of paintings of you.

You stand there shocked just starring at the book, before hearing someone behind you “You know it’s bad manners to snoop in others stuff, sweetheart” a voice says in a low tone. You turn around startled.