Room 187
Reaching for sanctuary in this unlit hotel, without electricity
Due to a storm, stuck here, in this bizarre circumstance
I precariously felt my way in the dark with a trembling hand
I recognized the old smell and feel of flocked wall paper.
"Sorry I cannot go with you," the front desk clerk said. "Busy night."
No one else had arrived to work; the storm was so terrible.
I was too frightened to say anything; I acutely felt I was not alone.
I slung my backpack on my back so I could feel in front of me.
Suspecting the assault would come from the front, like the movies.
My hair was standing on end. My heart never beat any faster.
I sensed an angry soul, watching me, hating me, wanting to hurt me.
Something with an evil heart, certainly no eudaemon.
A brief whiff of shaving cream, led me believe it was a male
When it was alive, if it had ever been of this flesh or earth
I reached the sixth door and fumbled with the key for minutes
The cell towers were out, so even my phone did not light up.
I did not take off my shoes or get undressed. I flopped on the bed.
Ready to take off at a second's warning. It took me awhile to sleep.
In the morning I awoke to a flicker of a glimpse of someone else.
I sat up. It was a shadowy vampire-like creature. He growled.
I died of fright; Room number 187. Ironic I was the 187th one.
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