100 Words - Motel Creep

This motel was a special kind of creepy. The desk clerk had one eye and kept sticking his finger into the other empty socket. The music in the hall sounded like a pasteurized punk funeral dirge. The room smelled like lavender and ashes.

The TV had 8 channels, all showing Italian horror movies. The bed was surprisingly comfortable though. There was a scraping sound like something being dragged down the hall. I fell asleep waiting for it to come back.

I had a dream that the world was ending and I lost my bike. Woke up screaming. Got kicked out.