You try to collect yourself, as you walk carefully over to the phone beside the bed, careful not to step of the stuff littering the floor.

You press the button listed for guest services. As the phone rings, you turn your head to see the blood pool continue to creep along the floor, soaking into the carpet. Various bugs and insects crawl out of it, leaving small splattered, disgusting trails of blood. The squirming, clicking noises are silent, but nauseating. You can hear the phone click, a soft voice chimes in…

“Harson Hotel! This is Laura speaking, how can I be of service to you today?”

You take a deep breath. You only manage to get a few words out before the line goes silent. You hang up the phone and try again, but there doesn’t appear to be any service. You park the phone back on the hook, looks like you’ll have to inform the staff downstairs. You hop on the bed, shuffling your way over the mattress, hoping to avoid the hideous, creepy crawlies scattered over the floor near the man’s corpse. As you shift your weight onto the mattress, you hear a soft, whiny, squeaking noise.

You stop for a second, as the noise chimes once again from under the bed.

RUN INTO THE HALLWAY FAST AS YOU CAN