Once, on a dark night, a couple were driving home from a dance, when, on the radio, they heard: "Go inside quick! Bolt up the door! Someone from the insane assylum has...e...e...ex..." The radio went silent. The couple were really scvared and drove to the nearest hotel. "Every room is full!" Said the manager of the hotel, but the two pleaded for anything. "Well...we do have one room...but the window isn't very durable and on such a night as this..." But the boy shouted, "We'll take it! It's ours!" When they got to the room, the made do with the window as best they could. During the night, the girl woke up to a small dripping noise, coming from the bathroom. When she got up to look, the sink was fine, though she never did look behind the door at her boyfriend.
After a few more hours of sleep, she woke again to the noise, but this time it was heavier! DRIP, DRIP, DRIP, DRIP, DRIP... Then she noticed her husband was gone. Running to the bathroom, she peered behind the door. What she saw stunned her cold. For the dripping wasn't the sink, it was the blood- dripping away from her boyfriend, hung from the door, throat cut open, dripping away. Quickly running down the stairs to get the manager, she, too met her death at the bottom of the staiars- next to the killer. |