Room 3. The one right in the middle. I walked up to the door and knocked. No answer. No lights on. No noise coming from the room. I knocked again, still nothing.
Then I heard a voice coming from the main building of the property, about 1000 yards away.
“I wouldn’t disturb the other guests if I were you.”
I looked and saw the innkeeper, holding a lantern up to his sagging face. I couldn’t believe it, because everything seemed so quiet before when I was there, and now, all of a sudden, he shows up?
So I called back, “Sir, I’m just looking for my room. Can you help me?”
As soon as I finished speaking, the light went out, and there was silence once again. The fog had begun to dissipate, and the moonlight was beginning to illuminate the grounds of the motel. But I still did not see any trace of the old man. Had he… vanished?
I started to walk towards the main building to investigate, when I began to hear noises from Room 3. Some clunks and crashes, as if someone were stumbling uncontrollably around the room. Then, the door flow open, and Caleb staggered out, clad in his button-down Oxford shirt he wore to dinner, and his white briefs. Nothing else.
I had managed to walk a considerable distance from the building, but I was able to clearly see that Caleb was not himself. He was breathing heavily and his eyes had a disturbing, glazed-over look to them. He was looking straight at me, and then he looked up at the full moon. He took a deep breath, and then looked at me again, and said a single word.
“Run.”