A black bagged body is carried from the hotel room. The shimmering man watches. He can see past the navy sheets and pillowcases, the scarlet duvet, the intricately carved headboard to see the bed as it really is: a writhing mass of undulating tentacles, a set of glowing red eyes, a mouth of shadowy fangs still dripping with the life-force of its most recent kill. It smiles.
The woman cries; she watched TV, while he recovered from jet lag. She asks for a different room. She will live, while he has joined the sleepless dead, forever trudging through the corridors.
The woman cries; she watched TV, while he recovered from jet lag. She asks for a different room. She will live, while he has joined the sleepless dead, forever trudging through the corridors.
