101, 102, 103.

I knocked on the dark wooden door, bouncing on my feet. “Room Service-!” I called, slipping my key into the lock, unlocking the door as I stepped into the room. It seemed empty, how weird…the storm should’ve trapped everyone inside. Maybe they’re in the lobby, I guess I’ll just wait.

I walked into the kitchen to look at all the utensils, looking into the sink I picked up the black handled blade. How strange, did they bring this from home? I guess it’s mine now. I shoved it into my pocket, humming as I searched the rest of the room.

It sure did smell weird in here- like meat that had gone bad. I walked into the bedroom and oh my! What a mess- and there was someone sleeping on the bed- I tiptoed over and picked up the dirty wet clothes- putting them in a basket. That’s better- much cleaner. I looked at the person.

They must be a very sound sleeper, I walked over to pull the blanket over them. Their clothes were wet too- with a red sticky substance. I decided it was probably wine- I mean we did get a lot of wild teenagers In these parts.

Finally, after cleaning up the rest of the room I walked into the bathroom. Where the rotten meat smell was the harshest- gagging as I pulled the curtain back.

There was a teenager in the bathtub.

Oh god.

Oh my god.

I staggered backwards with a gagging sound- holy shit. I stared at the blood soaked bathtub- before I turned back to rush into the bedroom, running to the lady who was in the bed, yanking the blanket off her.

That was not wine.

I stared at it and backed up again- before a man spoke, standing in the doorway.

“Did you not see the do not disturb sign on the door.”

His voice was deep, grizzly, I stared at him in horror as he walked towards me- I inched back- digging in my pockets for…..

There it is.

When he went to put his arms on me I lunged forward with the sharp blade I found in his sink- his eyes widening as he dropped to the floor and looked at the woman on the bed. He looked terrified- I smiled. It always went this way.

I clicked my tongue as I rushed to the phone by the bedside, “Security! Security help-! This man- he attacked me….! Please hurry-“

As security arrived the dragged the man away and I was brought to be interviewed, they always asked the same questions- who were the victims, how long they had been staying, what i had seen, heard, done. My answers were always similar “I don’t know- I’m just the maid- I- I walked in and they were dead- I found that knife in the kitchen- I- I was lucky I was able to defend myself”

Works like a charm. I was eventually able to leave the motel once the storm cleared, I searched the map for the next one marked on the map. Folding my outfit and putting it in the back of my van. I smiled as I got into the drivers seat.

Maybe next time I will be caught, or not? Who knows.