posted on Jul, 26 2004 @ 07:44 PM
It was almost Midnight when Douglas finally gotten to Greenwich. He wasn't surprised to find that the town was surrounded also by that dense forest.
It was a pleasant town, rows of old houses, newly paved streets, an amusement park, even a small lake. It wouldn't seem like a place you'd find some
abductor or rapist or murderer, but looks always seemed decieving. Douglass continued his drive into the town, his eyes turning to glance at the
forest once more, there was something about it, something that gave him an uncomfortable feeling in his gut. He shook it off though, and drove to the
motel, pulling his pickup into a free parking space in the small motel, a hand swooping up the manilla folder, which he slid into his brown overcoat
before shutting the door and scanning about the area.
'The Red Fox Inn', atleast thats what the sign said. Douglas gave the parking lot area a quick once over, two other cars there, parked, one most
likely being the motel owner. For the most part the place looked like a normal motel, but a feel about it, like the forest, was awkward and eerie. It
was as if one would be standing in the middle of a slasher film, but then again, wasn't that how all motels this old felt like? He shook it off and
walked inside, a hand pushing the glass doors open, the door hitting a small bell which rang out like a tiny bird singing its morning song. The man at
the desk, a portly, scruffling looking fellow, probably in his mid fifties, was sitting behind the counter, watching a baseball game on an old black
and white tv which lay on the top of the counter.
"Can I help you?" The man said without ever glancing upon Douglas.
"I reserved a room for a few nights under the name Douglas Cartland..."
"Yay I know, the key's on the desk...room 105. Not many folks come around here anymore, you another tourist?" The portly man questioned, his eyes
finally meeting Douglas' briefly, then back to the old television.
"Something like that, yes."
Douglas calmly walked to the counter from the door, the old wood floor letting off hollow thumps as his boots touched them. He snatched the keys
calmly off of the desk and walked out, giving one quick glance over his shoulder at the man before walking outside and toward's his room number. He
slid the key into the door and turned it, the door opening with a light squeal. His hand slid along the wall as it searched for a lightswitch, which
flicked on as his palm pushed it up. The room was quaint, a nice queen sized bed with white bedsheets, lining of blue flower decor on it. a desk with
a chair, a small Television set, an endtable with a old roterry phone on it, and a door leading to a small bathroom, and a large window next to the
entrance of the room with nice curtains over it.
It didn't take him long to get set up and unpacked, closing the door and locking it shut before he slipped under the sheets to get a good night's
sleep, he decided to start the full investigation in the morning. As he began to close his eyes, he could still feel something strange about the city,
and even the room, a feeling of being watched when nobody is there. He didn't like being in this town, but he wouldn't let its awkwardness stop his
investigation, after all, it's just a small quiet town, whats the worse that could happen...?