DEAD ENDINGS, Part 1

Jack Larson

ESCAPE FROM MOTEL Z
You overslept. Judging by the bright morning sun, the wakeup call from the front desk never came. You were supposed to be out of bed before sunrise. You slowly stand up and stretch, breathing in the stale motel room air. You would have preferred to be home by now but decided not to risk driving without getting a few hours of sleep. What's the hurry anyway? you ask yourself. You made your quota. You had a successful week and it was time to drive back to Albuquerque. An ear piercing scream from just outside the door startles you.
Do you open the door?
Or peek through the peep-hole first?