The Driver & The Hotel Incident (Two Scary Stories)

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Yet, the cost of those tests on Shopify.com.de. Thank you for arriving this fast. I said, struggling to bring the strap of my purse into the back seat of the car. The driver murmured something. Sorry? I said, still adjusting.

Shut the door, the man boomed.

I pull the strap completely into the car, finally.

The door actually shut. I tried wiping down the seat with what remained dry from my jeans. The man didn't seem to notice that part. I could see his eyes through the rearview mirror looking at me. I had, after all, caught in the back seat of the car wet.

“Why did they even make these things that are leather anymore?”

The ride was going to be cold, and from what I remembered was going to be a long one. This weather, right? I said, trying to tone things down a bit. He ignored me, or probably couldn't hear me. And the rain drumming on the roof of the old black canry. I looked down at the back of the seat and then down, at the window.

I said an urge just that bowed into the rain again, came over me. The locks clicked shut, and I looked at the driver, and then he looked at the mirror. I looked at me. He said something, but I didn't hear him. I nodded, and he nodded.

He looked away, and I looked toward the window again. What was supposed to be a simple ride is about to turn into the most haunting experience for one of them. As a drive into a dark and rainy night begins, just be ready for what it happens to you. My name is Edwin, and he is scared of story.

“The rain was crying its way down the glass and disappearing into the wind behind us.”

The window wouldn't close all the way, so some of it was seeping into the car, but I wouldn't worry about it anymore. The blurry lights had long disappeared into distance, and now was going to be a stretch of nothing, but trees around us, until we pulled up to my home, or what remained of it. It was just a house now, not at home.

I pulled out my phone to check the time. I still had about 40 minutes to make it. That was glad that the whole small talk part was thrown out the window from the start. I looked at the back of the driver's head, bald, he was, with huge scars by his ears, but perhaps what remained of the tattoo that had faded a long time ago.

His hand was helped tightly in a fist. It made me feel uncomfortable, mainly. There was lots of stuff I grew up around, and fists were not uncommon around where I lived. There were the tools of husbands and bullies. Tools you get to use until you get something better, something sharper.

You learn to find the fists, and it's like this, the eyes give it away first. You know when someone's about to do something, you have a look down at the fists, and be ready for it. Either you run, or you get punched, if you fight, what you get punched too. Plus the girls from my town were evil. Some of them quite literally.

But you learn to use evil as a tool, eventually, or you die. They're choice. I looked at the driver, and again, he looked at the mirror that looked at me. I looked down at his fist, and then at the area where the hand break was.

In automatic transmission, he was never going to open up that fist.

And I couldn't tell from his eyes just yet, but something about his posture told me that he was planning something. I should have been scared here, at a sudden anger with a door at the scar on his head by his ear, but it wasn't. And then after everything that happened these past couple of days, there was nothing to look at out the window, but my own thoughts as I played back the mental track about what got me to the city. The phone call I got at the motel where I stayed for those two

nights. The call had come from Mike. A guy had met one of the meats for this group I was a part of. Pie, he said, "Polina was money, but he couldn't ever say it."

The strange seriousness in his voice. He used to be so gentle and dark. It was true.

“Mike hadn't been to our meat in a while. He had gotten into a fight with one of the leaders of the”

group over a thing that he forced us to do, a part of a grand ritual he called it. Not everyone agreed with it, but we all did it, even Mike. Something changed in him after that night. Everyone could tell. When he had everyone knew that he was planning on leaving, nobody liked it. Not even me, because once they left with what they know, they can bring us all down. But Mike hadn't been heard of in a while. He had left the state, and who knows how he got the number

of where I was staying. Plus we all knew about what happened with Erica and Mani. They're dried up hands. We're still hanging on a wire by the back entrance of the house. A stern reminder

of consequences. Mani tried to leave first and Erica helped them, and then both got the shovels.

I know now of just how bad it was, and I can blame it on how naive I used to be, or how dumb, whatever. But none of that matters now. I had chances to leave. Everyone did, and we didn't. I tried though. I mean, I ended up in a motel in a dark alley for goodness sake. I walked halfway there before I was picked up and asked to be dropped off anywhere in the city. I had no address. Only a plan to leave later that week and get across the state. Maybe find a church and confess

everything we had done if I managed to stay alive. But now I had until midnight to make it back before I would have to dig my own grave. My hand was to become another dangling reminder of what happens when you try to leave the night backers. It's the name of the group. And I took it. I was gonna go back. There was more to do. People that still needed to pay. So they sent a driver for me within minute. Mike told me that they aren't as large as they seem. The only stay around

the town in a couple of neighboring ones. They don't go out and find you anywhere in the world like they say that they do. There are ways to leave and stop dealing with all the things they make us go through. But at the time, it's not to be weird or anything here. Revenge was pretty sweet. Still is. Because imagine this. Being able to watch as a person who made you eat their leftovers and took your birthday money gets struck by a car. Sweet isn't it? What if I told you that you made it

happen? Or that the person who spit on you while you were tying your shoe, the same loser who stole your dad's lawnmower was found dead in a ditch. Stuck in the month for two days, found but did not survive the thirst. It was baked in the sun along with a mud that surrounded him. Petty, right? A little bit. But fair? Who's to say?

“But here's the thing. That balance comes from somewhere. Favorite is aren't free. It's how I”

lost my family. At least it's what I believe and what I was told over and over.

That's why you can't leave, you see? There's always something to balance out.

Like a never ending game of seesaw where things aren't ever perfectly aligned anymore. But you're always finding rights to fix wrongs and someone always gets in the way. To pay, you always take away from someone and it always seems to be you that makes the payment. But evil doesn't even begin to describe what this is. Too many nights I spent trying to decide on that first ritual and when I finally did it,

I could ever remember it. I knew the kid from a couple of baby sitting gigs too and once I knew where he slept, I went back and grabbed him. I even went to his funeral. That's when

“they found where I had left them. It's easy when you don't remember what you did. As far as I know,”

I didn't do it. Whatever took over did it. It remembers it for me and I just carry on doing these little tasks. So was I ready to leave? No, Mike. Night yet. I looked at the time again.

We were never gonna make it. Even at the driver's bed through the rest of the road and the woods,

it would be too late. Then I saw his face shaking as he looked at the mirror that looked at me. I could do nothing. I told him to hurry and even I was surprised how stern my voice came out. He stepped on the gas and I felt my body leaned back on the seat. It was like that for a few minutes before I

His whole body was trembling and he pulled over and quickly he reached for his door.

“Shut the door, I yell. It was my turn to boom now. He ran out. Nearly tripping on the edge of the”

asphalt by the trees. Was he thinking of leaving me there? My door was unlocked when he stepped out and

I pushed it open. I ran after him but I couldn't get close as always eyes. The fear

I loved and missed so much. At that fist, my mind couldn't take it. I saw the small beads now dangling from the side of his hand and I only imagined what was inside. I looked at the darkness and it called to me. I followed as fast as I could. I don't remember much as to how I got back that night or what happened to the taxi driver. But it made it back in time.

“I'm still in the same old town, away from the same old people. And yes, I think of those that I've”

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I was able to make out the shapes around the bed, silhouettes that jumped with a light around the room, everything in sync.

“My wife started tapping around the bed, searching for the remote control. I think we never used while on vacation.”

Until I leaned over and horseily said that I would turn it off. A wife rolled away for me as I stepped over the front of the room.

But then I sighed. The strange face appearing on the screen distant and cold among the bits of black and white that were moving around like a million ants.

It's a white smile came flashing across the screen and then hello said.

My wife rolled on the bed and quickly set up. What is that? My wife whispered. Hello, it's sad. It's lower this time and I could swear that it looked in the direction of my wife.

“I remember thinking it was weird at first and probably chuckle that the thought that it was some prank on us.”

Maybe it was, I don't know, nervousness. My wife didn't find it funny. I could tell by her wide eyes in the way she was curling up with a bensheet against the back of the bed. Hello, it's sad again. Angry. And then something replaced the screen of people in the rooms. Some of them still sleeping. And others approaching the screen as if trying to turn it off.

Others were screaming and I could hear voices next door people that were going through the same thing.

I couldn't find the switch to turn off the television so I looked around for the cable.

But it was hidden behind the board that held it up on the wall. The volume got louder and my wife was up and looking around for her sendals. I checked the time. 2.56 in the morning.

“There was a commotion outside. I could see silhouettes moving through the people on the door.”

They clicked on the light. Sandra was on her way to me already and reaching for it, tightening the night row around her waist. Outside was much worse than I expected. The whole floor seemed to be out of the rooms. Children were screaming. Confused parents were on their phones looking around to get signal. People were running around the halls and toward one particular staircase.

My wife and I looked at each other as the other television seemed to be blaring the same sounds. The echoes of the "Helloes" coming from all around us as we lined up for the staircase. People were shoving each other in a panic, unaware of what was going on. I don't know how I was able to stay calm, maybe it was from trying to reason everything out. I watched as an elevator opened up and everyone shoved themselves inside, yelling and shouting

into the doors closed. We were on the 14th floor and even though it would be a long way down,

“I dragged my wife to the other staircase at the end of the building.”

There was no alarm, no smoke, nothing but the panic of people trying to get away from whatever was replaying on these screens. Huge faces of a man with his face up against a TV as we pass by the wide open rooms toward the end of the hall. The staircase was quiet, with few footsteps going downstairs two or three floors below us. Guests were whispering to each other in confusion, but as we passed down the floors,

we had to see other people running and shouting in a panic. Vroom men were wiping tears from their eyes as they ran in the opposite direction. It took us a while as we worked our way down the stairs and with every floor that we passed, we saw the doors of the rooms were wide open. What is going on, my wife yelled. I tried to keep her calm as I reassured her that we were

almost at the base floor to just keep going and that we would find answers. The echoes of those televisions were everywhere, loud and getting louder.

We finally got to the floor with a reception was and rushed out to other families

were crowing up the desk while everyone else panicked in the lobby. I thought about us simply going outside, catching the eyes of a calm security guard standing by the door. His demeanor was nothing I wanted to see at that moment. He seemed like smiled and looked away once again. That is not a problem I heard the reception is say with a white smile.

We will have that looked at immediately. She then handed them vouchers for something and then looked at the next person in line. I cut in and shouted, "What is going on? It was no reason to be calm at such a moment. Everyone was scared out of their wits." Sir, she said firmly, "Have all helped you right after them?"

I looked at my wife and she was shocked at the matter. Professional, yes, but at that moment? It was the same thing. The family was complaining about the man on the television that they couldn't turn it off. Same script by the receptionist, apologizing, radioing the maintenance person

to have that looked at immediately and then offering vouchers. Confused, the family just stepped away. The receptionist looked at me and smiled. The television turned on by itself and we saw something very disturbing I started. She looked at me intently as if she hadn't just heard the same story two times before,

right in front of me and waited for me to finish. That is not a problem, sir. I am setting someone to look at that right away.

Room 1407 I replied, nearly whispering, realizing that none of this made sense.

“What if it was a dream or a strange practical joke?”

She looked at me, smiled again, and offered two vouchers for breakfast and some other things that I didn't pay attention to. Holding them tightly in my hand, I stepped back, my wife looking around confused as well. It was no one around us anymore. But looked at the receptionist and she looked back at us, pointing us in the direction of the elevator.

We walked toward it slowly, pushed the button that opened up the doors immediately. What is going on? I whispered to myself. Neither of us could offer anything here and simply stayed quiet. We got back up to our floor and everything was quiet. The maintenance man was waiting for us at the front of our room.

We showed him inside and he lifted a small compartment behind the television. I'm plugging it from the wall.

“It was about to take out a tool from his belt, but I stopped him.”

Can you just leave it unplugged? We'll be okay with that, please. No problem, he said. In the same tone as a receptionist. He smiled. He stepped out of the room and shut the door. We stayed in complete silence for a while. I'm not even sure when we fell asleep, but we did, eventually.

Did that actually happen last night? The wife said from the bathroom very early the next morning. She stepped toward me. It was strange. The man on the screen? Yeah, and the commotion in the building, she continued. It was disturbed by the views of other people's rooms and panicked faces of everyone out in the hallways.

It was as if reality slipped for a bit, and all I was left with was the margins in between. Spaces were a mind's reach and edge that we should all be afraid of crossing.

Fear we can never get it back.

We got to the breakfast area early, over the only ones there in the buffet. It was hard to even get something down, that nauseating feeling that something was wrong wouldn't leave me. And I wasn't alone. My wife was very concerned with everything, and it was her that suggested that we leave early. We got the reservation for another night left. Without questioning it, we agreed to get our things from the room and get back to the lobby.

And we did so, very quickly. We looked at the television with the unplugged cable and relived everything in my mind. The face of a man that never seemed before greeting me without hello and repeat. We shut the door after a quick look around the room before we knew it. We were at the lobby again. Sandra went to sit by the couches with her things while I went to cancel the remainder of our state.

Oh, the reception is said with an exaggerated frown. But I understand, what is your room number? We got a full refund for the remainder of our state and I went to the group by the couches. We had no other plan then. We're all to stay or we're to go with our things. Let's just go. There's a bunch of places on this block, Sandra said, concerned.

I could tell she was even more disturbed by everything than I was. I walked out to the front with her bangs. The same security guard from last night was holding the door open for us. What happened last night? I've blurred it out. All three of us stood there, still. He seemed confused, so I mentioned the man of the screen, the commotion, the panic of everyone around the hallways.

The guard seemed more normal than the staff at the desk or the maintenance guy. No fake smiles and didn't speak all professionally or whatever. Man, you're giving me the creeps he said. You're not the first person to leave just like that, but I'll tell you. This whole building right here?

But we're only two other rooms besides yours that we're occupied. I looked at him in shock. He continued. I've been here all night. I know what I'm telling you. He let out a nervous chuckle.

I had never been so relieved to leave a place like I was that day.

And even now, when my wife and I talk about it, we can't believe that it happened ourselves. We were able to find reviews of the hotel for a while, the bell can hotel and spa, but it showed nothing strange. We checked for a couple of weeks up until the listing disappeared. It was renamed to something else and now who knows what it is.

To this day, I don't know what happened.

“And honestly, I still wonder if it happened at all.”

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