We would not have come to this place lest we were in great need. I pulled up to the motel & looked at the surrounding area. Walking passed empty rooms I couldn’t help but feel something watching me. moving from room to room, following me as I made my way to the office. The attendant was sleeping in his office chair. He looked about as old and as run down as the building itself. I could tell he was weary.. He have me a key to inspect the room before purchase, I knew I wouldn’t like it. As I walk to see the room, I feel the presence of something following me, watching me through each curtain that I passed..
I get to the end of a hallway, and my room is the last door on the right. the floor is completely trashed. Hair, and other garbage strewn all over the floor. I walk towards the door & I see that it’s been kicked in before. So much so that the locks were completely exposed. I couldn’t even get in the room! That I believe was by the grace of God. The top lock was secured and the attendant either didn’t know the top lock has a different key or forgot to give It to me. regardless of the reason why, I’m grateful I didn’t go inside. I peered through the window I saw the room was actually rather spacious, but at the same time terrible cluttered. In that room I saw terrible things that has occurred. of pain, suffering… Malice. Even writing about it now makes my eyes water and gives me the chills.. Dark spirits live within those walls… I felt death, rape, robbery, & torture.. Terrible and fell things have taken place in that building.. I felt the shadow of fear come over me & I just walked away.. But as I was returning to the front office to return the key & get my ID back, I felt the same presence again, this time hundreds of them.. the feeling swelled up like a what I can only describe as a sorrowful lamentation..
My eyes began to water and I could see figures in the windows wailing & Gripping their faces in sorrow as I left.. No discernible faces, just terror & sorrow.. Weeping & lamenting. my steps grew heavy with each step & for a moment, it seemed as if I couldn’t get to the office fast enough. Of course the attendant was once again fast asleep.. I told him I did not want the room, he said he could show me another.. I refused & left..
I tell you, only once before have I felt such an intense presence of evil.. & I will never forget it. that motel is haunted by the souls of those who’s innocence & lives were taken.. that area will be cursed for a long time to come.
“Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that come down to us from the darkness of days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures.”
(Chapter 19, Of Beren & Lúthien)