Motel Amnesia II
Late at night, it was raining hard with occasional blast of thunder rocking the ground. The creature had overtaken my body and was now waiting for my daughter Liz to arrive, ostensibly to pick me up. I had been reduced to a few drops inside a tiny bottle, experiencing all the bodily horror of the moment, wishing that I could burst out and run out to rescue Liz from the slaughter that was waiting to happen, just like the one perpetrated against me. To my total astonishment, the Indian manager stepped in after a solid hour and informed the creature that she was not there yet. Now I knew for sure of his complicity, now wondering if the guy was yet another victim forced to slavery by the monster from out of space -- that paced impatiently back and forth, growling through its massive nose. Luckily, the guy rushed back in a half hour or so later and broke the news that my daughter's car had hit a tree on the way caused by a thunderbolt. The creature would have none of that and took his anger on the guy, throwing him wildly against the wall. "So sorry, so sorry. It's not my fault," the guy cried for pity and then rushed out of the room. The rain drops were hitting hard against the window and I was now hoping that Liz was okay. Then I saw the creature deposit the pieces of my body scattered all over the bathroom in a garbage bag and threw it near the front door. I would soon be eaten by wild dogs at a dumpster, I said to myself, grieving over my sad fate. Suddenly I had a telepathy with Liz and communicated to her of the impending life-threatening danger, fairly convinced that it worked, as we had successfully done that a few times in our lives, mysterious to ourselves. Liz was a good mind reader and I was proud of her skillful communication abilities. But, to my horror and disapointment, I heard a car pull in the motel's parking, a truck, most likely a tow truck dropping off Liz, followed by the sound of footsteps rushing up the stairs and then the loud bang on the door, which brought a trickle of satisfaction on the creature's monstrous face. It jumped over the bed and opened the door, only to be greeted by the blasts from the barrels of a shot gun, Liz's. The creature's head was smashed to pieces and it lay dead instantly, but to make sure Liz plugged in a few more shots at it and then searched the room looking for me, calling my name. "Dad? Dad where are you? Dad?"
I wished, desperately, that I could respond and couldn't, nor could I communcate through telepathy for whatever reason, perhaps because we were both so agitated and lackied the calmness necessary to communicate to each other. My eyes followed her every movement and then I saw the cops come in and talk to her, followed by medics who were equally shocked to find an extra-terrestial creature there, removing it carefully with minimum contact with its corpse. Then additional cops arrived and they collected all the evidence in the room, including the little bottle containing my leftover drops of water, one of them wondering what was inside. I was then taken to the coroner's office and they disposed of the bottle after inspecting the content and deciding that it was pure water. Pure water, imagine. Noone ever called me pure of anything.
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