URBAN LEGENDS EXCERPT:
The shady looking desk clerk with shifty eyes handed him back his driver’s license and credit card. “Sweeney Todd, please enjoy your stay here. Starting at six a.m., you can eat our complimentary breakfast in the lobby.”
Sweeney Todd stood at the hotel’s front desk in sunglasses, a navy blazer, and combat boots. He smiled and put his cards into his leather wallet. “Thank you.”
Popluck was a town, located five miles from the annoying college town of Independence. Popluck didn’t suffer from tourists. Less people meant less chances of being spotted.
He stepped into the elevator. Men wearing business suits and a few casual couples already stood inside it. He pretended to text on his iPhone, so as to not bring attention to himself. With no overnight bag, he strolled down the hallway, as the lights flickered on and off, until he reached Room 24. He didn’t plan on spending the night. Why stay in a roach motel when he had a cozy bed at home he could sleep in?
After letting himself in with the card key, he switched on the lights. His gaze scanned the room–a king-sized bed with cheap linens, a dusty dresser with a busted television, a broken remote, a blinking alarm clock, and a carpet covered with black spots.
He sighed and closed the door. When he plopped down on the bed, he texted: Room 24.
I’ll be there shortly, came her reply.