\n The neon sign outside the motel in my mind reads, Vacancy. I ring the bell at the check in desk. ding ding ding. Over and over again, But the young Indian mans eyes have grown glassy and distant as he stairs at a spot on the counter. The lobby smells of mold and rotting food.

\n The light over head flickers endlessly, driving me mad as I continue to ring the bell, Ding, ding, ding.

\n Dark crimson replaces silver, and the light goes out,

\n still the bell rings.