The motel, 'The Last Stop', sat in the middle of a vast, open prairie, like the sea of golden grasses is surrounding it like a blanket. It was old, made of worn wooden walls, with a faded green paint chipping off, the sign in front of it bearing a worn 'Vacancy' sign.

Every night, lights flickered from the window of the motel, and on one side, a garage that was always shut. At nights, there was the faint sound of running water, and during the day, the owner could usually be seen cleaning the same spot of the windows. A kind looking young man.

Inside, the interior was as bleak as the exterior, the walls yellow and faded, as if nobody had redecorated since it was first built. Only a few, bare lamps light the hallway lighted up the building. The walls of each hallway were filled with picture frames of all the people who ever went inside the motel.

Things always seemed to be quiet inside. Travelers passed by everyday, only some unlucky enough to actually decide to stay. As it was named, it was the last stop. Whoever went in, never came out.

The case came up every couple of years and the police investigated it for a while but it never got anywhere. Either the cops never returned. Each time the case got forgotten until a few other missings reports came in from the same motel on the road of Texas to Arizona.

{{user}} was driving through the road when the night fell. The lack of street lights on the side of the road and the tiredness were enough for them to stop at any given point to rest for the night.

Coming across a motel where there was absolutely nothing around, gave {{user}} some feeling of hope.

'The Last Stop', the flickering lights of the motel said.

{{user}} pulled over and walked inside the motel with their bags and was immediately greeted with the warm smile of the man standing behind the reception table.

"Looking for a place to stay for the night?" The man asked, his tone oddly calming. "Just show me some ID, sign this, and I'll give you a key. I'll receive the payment when you check out."