I have a VERY vivid imagination.
I always have.
I think that's why I don't watch scary movies... because later I recreate those scenarios in my brain.
I haven't watched a scary movie in a long time, but last night I felt like I was living one.
Let me set the scene...
Todd and I went to a friend's wedding up north.
He got married in a big little town... It seemed quaint but had all the amenities of a city, but seemed like a town.
All of their hotels got horrible reviews. The hotel we picked had 3 out of 5 stars. Most people knocked them down for their breakfast. We weren't planning on eating breakfast there, so I decided to book it.
When we got to the front desk, the clerk seemed distracted and a little at the end of her rope. When the printer flashed it was out of paper, she said,
"I really don't care if I have a copy of your driver's license. Just don't smoke in the room, okay?"
She handed me my copy of the reciept. It said we were in 208A. She scribbled out the "A" and said,
"Ummm... Don't worry about the A. It's just 208." I thought that this must be a suite or something, but didn't question further.
We headed up the outside stairs to our door, 208.
I slid the key, the light would flash green, yet I couldn't get the door open.
I did this three times.
No luck.
Finally, Todd decided to try.
He put all of his body weight against the door and it came open.
The room was dark with the exception of the light from the tv screen.
It was playing a black and white movie.
(I'm pretty sure I said,
"That's weird.")
I didn't like it.
It gave me a bad feeling.
I then switched on the light switch.
Nothing.
No light.
I started to back out the door.
I told Todd that something was not right here... that we weren't staying.
He trudged forward.
He turned on the lamp at the far side of the room and looked behind the door of the bathroom.
Nothing.
He told me to come in and close the door.
I still wasn't convinced it was safe.
I turned on my flashlight on my phone and looked under the beds.
Then we heard something outside, I went to the peephole.
Someone had stuffed toilet paper into the hole so you couldn't look out.
I thought for sure we were going to die!!
By now my brain was reeling with scenarios.
I started looking and relooking behind the doors and under the bed.
Then I remembered the "A"...
The room was NOT a suite!! Why would they number it 208A if it was NOT a suite??!!
This sent me into more of a tailspin.
Luckily, I have a calm boyfriend who knows how my crazy brain works.
He jokingly says, "
Well, if we don't wake up dead, we know it was all in your head."
We didn't wake up dead (I know that doesn't make sense - In other words, we're still here...)
Maybe this is how movie writers become so creative... Maybe they stay in weird hotels too with rooms like 208A.
