Welcome To Salem Coach Inn

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The light snow, predicted for Bedford, was now turning into a mini blizzard. Eric will have to stop over at a motel somewhere; he has enough fuel to get to the Bedford Motel but he is concerned about the weather.

The Bedford Motel Detour

The further he drives, the heavier the snow seems to be falling. Up ahead, he sees the turn-off to Salem, 1.5 kilometres ahead. and decides to take it. No sooner is he on this road, and the snow seems to be letting up. As he draws up at the Salem Coach Inn on the outskirts of the small town, he glances at the moon, now clearly visible with only a few wispy clouds floating by. He had never been to Salem before.

The three story building, its surface mottled by the moon shining from behind a nearby willow tree, seems strangely in darkness, for such an early hour, and the standard neon Motel sign, seen dotted across the country, is conspicuously absent. In the pale light of the moon, He gets out of his car and walks toward the front door, the crisp night air sending a shiver down his spine.

She Leaves Him Breathless

He is about to knock, when the door swings inward. In the leaf speckled moonlight, he sees the voluptuous shape of a woman clearly outlined against the background of incandescent lamplight, emanating from some flickering kerosene funnel lamps somewhere inside the room behind her. Suddenly, he gasps, as he looks at the shadowy face of this hauntingly beautiful woman standing in front of him.”I, um, would like a room for the night, please.” He stammers, embarrassed by his shameless staring at her beauty.

Without speaking a word, she turns around, crosses a lamp lit foyer and walks towards a row of solid brass antique lamps, he follows her. “Take one of those.” and points to some other lit lamps, Very quaint, he thinks, as he carries one in his left hand, gray overnight bag in his right hand. The woman is standing in front of an old mahogany door. With a slender, manicured hand, she points at it::”This room is yours.” she says, in an almost inaudible voice. He turns the doorknob and enters. Inside, the air smells of mushrooms and decay.

The snow has cleared completely and the full moon is casting an eerie translucent glow on the large old four-poster bed directly in front of him, also on the wooden wardrobe in the corner and the nightstand next to the bed.

Do You Want Me?

The door slowly swings shut, the woman turns around and walks over to where he is standing. Looking directly into his eyes, she asks:”Do you want me?" Eric slowly lowers his gaze, drinking in her firm young figure, The glow of the lamp reveals her taught nipples through the white, almost sheer night dress. “I, Yes, I do, but I can not, I, am a happily married man.” Eric answers, his voice trailing off...

Just Like Those...

“Don't lie to me, I saw you staring, you, are just like those!” She turns toward the spot where the moonlight is coming from, its source is a small window 12 feet above the room. Gesturing with her hand, in the direction of the far corner of the wall with the window. He notices something dark in the corner and goes closer to see what it is, what he finds, turns his blood to ice water! He must escape, fast.

There are four human skeletons in various stages of decomposition, grotesquely propped up against the wall. He turns around, totally shocked by what he sees and asks her:"what the hell is going on, who are they?" "Lust", she replies with a smirk, "is a deadly sin, and has its own reward.”

Just then , Eric's eyes dart towards the door. The doorknob is missing!

“Oh, don’t bother trying to get out that way, they have also tried in vain.” She says with a smile.

“So, I guess, we are both trapped in here then.” Eric remarks.

“No, not both of us, only you.” she answers, as she leaves the room, strolling through the solid stone wall, next to the old fireplace...

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"Freedom of the mind is the truest form…a cognizant act to enfold the unexplored."
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I write motivational articles and coach people to be all that they can be

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author avatar Carol Roach
1st Jul 2015 (#)

a good lesson to learn

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5th Jul 2015 (#)

Nice tale

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