Flopping into the hotel chair, wake up
call already set. Room service was bringing food, she downed the
first of several beers. “Damn, Temika! Peru was FUN! WHOOOOO!” In
the silence of the empty room she heard scratching inside her head.
Just then, food came, derailing her thoughts.
12:00 the next day, the manager comes
to clear the room. “I hate it when people don't really 'check out'
and just leave.” Heather opened the door with her key card.
Something was rancid. Seeing the skull and maggoty body on the bed,
Heather screamed, not noticing the flies at her ears.
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