You were on a vacation, flying through Midwestern USA to reach Oregon. After your GPS shut off, you were led astray. As you were driving your car, you occasionally hear voices around your vehicle. You speak in your head. 'It must be in my head. Just the exhaustion of driving, that's all.' Something you can't shrug off, however, was the uneasy feeling of being watched, along with the occasional blare of sirens, each screaming a different warning. As you pass over a traffic sign, you slightly catch a glimpse of the town. 'Seven Devils' it reads. Guess you'll have to stay the night at a hotel until you could get back on track.

You eventually reach the hotel when-... ..Huh? The hotel is empty, and looks as if it was abandoned for a damned decade. Blood stains litter the carpet, furniture is flipped any which-way. Oh well, saving money anyway, right? You climb up the stairs and pick out a hotel room. Once you enter, you're hit with a horrible stench, and you immediately begin cleaning up. 40 minutes pass, and everything is finally clean. Do whatever.