The Bloodridge Motel | CreepCast

35:50It was small and odd shaped but it was my mother's favorite because of how happy my father and her looked. It was just the two of them standing outside the office smiling. He was taken in the same spot as the one of me and the little girl. I ripped the photo of my parents off the wall and broke the frame, too impatient to be delicate. I pulled a small old shaped photo from the frame and confirmed my suspicion. It was torn. I held the photo of my parents up with the photo of the little girl and myself. They were two halves of the same photo. Though I couldn't remember her face, I knew immediately who the little girl was.

36:25I held the photo close to my nose and breathed in deep, soft lavender. She was my older sister. I now understood the deal my parents had made. have fun what a great first part that was pretty good that's good i also like how it doesn't like the title mentions vampires and it doesn't beat around the bush with like what are they are they creepy stuff like that it also doesn't take it in a hokey direction of the vampires just being like you know that like we have a deal with your parents where we get to kill whatever we want and then we get a you know whatever it's just like so it's all very like they just have a deal yeah you don't have to explain it we know that kind of thing you know that's why i like this story does uh i liked it i like the emotional tie-in of yeah the parcels are just filled with tons of cash and the person's like okay well i'm gonna open these immediately and just cash us in and then now there's the emotional tie-in though of okay well if i close shop now they're gonna I kill my sister who I thought has been dead this whole time after her parents have died, which is a, which is fun because now this little vampire girl is the only family she has left.

37:38Yeah. So now you're in like this weird, like, um, which can you even save your sister? It's like, Oh, I'll keep, I'll take care of my vampire little sister or bigger than me. I don't know if, if you can, I don't know if you realistically think that you can take care of her, but I can see people reckless, Just recklessly and emotionally doing a futile gesture in the hope that it is beneficial or like you're holding on to something, you know? Yeah. And I think more importantly, this story has made me spark an idea to make a short story of my own called Penis Toes. Because I was just thinking about it.

38:19No, no, no. Listen, listen. How scary would it be? And really follow me with this. You wake up. The knee thing got me thinking. I was like, that is creepy. What if you woke up? Actually, if any viewers out there, male and female, you wake up. You're stretching at your feet. You do like one of those nice big stretches. Maybe give yourself a charley horse. Ow. That should have done that. And you step out of your bed. And as you step on the floor, you notice that it feels like you have no bones in your feet or in your toes. You're like, what the fuck? You look down, and it's just different sizes, penises.

38:52All some circumcised, some not. And all of your toes are just different links and girths of penises. And now you have to figure out why you have these. And, like, you try to walk. You have to learn how to walk again kind of thing. That'd be kind of scary, huh? Would that be a good story?

39:10And they all pee. Like, you have a new. You go to the doctor, and he's like, how is it possible? You have all these. So then at different points of the day, you're like, fuck, I gotta pee. And then you don't know which toe is going to come out of. Or if it's going to come out of your regular penis. Or would it be funner if you peed out of everything at the same time? It's probably too fun. You'd probably need to make it random. If you didn't use your body.

39:40What's wrong with you, Jake? Sorry, Rebecca. I'm just a bit sad. I have penis toes. It can't be that bad. Oh, my God, Jake. Now that you know my secret, I have to strangle you. He becomes a murderer.

40:03The penis toast strangler strikes again this week.

40:16I piss my pants. He's talking about his shoes.

40:24come on i know that gotcha that's a good one that's a good bit i keep paying myself just ruined a bunch of pair of new balances

40:36part two i'd made the decision to close the motel long before my sister left the photograph plans were in motion and it seemed as if nothing was going to stop the sale That is, until he arrived. I didn't bother to clean their room after the family had left, too emotionally drained to take on the horrifying task. Instead, I retreated back into the house to surround myself with memories and make a meal that my mother used to make for my sister. Spaghetti and meatballs with garlic toast. It was comforting. I was cleaning up after dinner when I heard the front door open to the office. The old service bell at the front desk rang loud enough for me to hear.

41:14The vacancy sign had long been extinguished And the front door to the office had been locked After the family left Whoever had rung the bell, they were not welcomed in Garlic toast Opened the door slowly With the, what? Garlic toast Yeah, garlic toast, yes Garlic Good call, Hunter Good pickup, proud of you Good job Garlic Opened the door slowly, with the kitchen knife gripped tightly in my hand We're closed. The door swung open to an empty room. I am late, said a voice from the darkest corner of the room. He looked like an animal cowering in the corner, balled up and small. He was more of an unkempt shape than a person, covered in mud and grime.

42:01When he stood up, I saw how bad he looked. The dirt reached every crevice as if he were buried in it, and only the whites of his eyes stood out from the black coat of mud. He was thin, almost emaciated, but still had a strength about him. I'm sorry, but we're closed. But the sign... He said, pointing up at the, you're always welcome, sign hanging just outside the window. That, uh, we don't have any clean rooms, I'm sorry. You'll have to find somewhere else. I said, feeling a sudden sense of discomfort. His wide eyes met mine with the stare so intense it felt as if you were looking straight through me.

42:38but we already have a room he said his voice was soft yet commanding and only devoid of emotion it was then that i recognized him he was the teenage boy from the family though thinner than i remembered his familiar young features were caked in filth but i knew it was him he knew that i knew have they departed i nodded have they left me anything yeah what is this voice you're doing right now what it's a vampire voice you know dude here i am trying my best to give you a cool vampire voice which i think it's pretty cool vampire get the voice right and then you don't even respond to my penis story that i the penis foot story that i think is actually kind of sick penis toes which i am trademarking that that is going to be something that you see on netflix it's going to be a mike flanagan short uh series it's gonna be pretty good but you know what whatever man i don't need your fucking approval that's all i gotta say i'm not bummed down or anything let's just say that

43:47he asked his voice finally cracking i did not know how to answer i wasn't sure what he meant have they left me anything behind he said sounding suddenly desperate i don't know I said pulling the room keys from their hook But you're welcome to check Took the keys from my hands His eyes went green on my arm It was as if he saw something I did not Thank you He said and left the office Trailing mud out the door Wasn't until he was gone that I realized A trail of mud only led outside Oh What does that mean? He's flying Oh he flew in? Yeah he's floating or maybe he came in as a bat As a bat that's right That's right yeah And he smelt the garlic bread and he did Oh god that's totally Stinky Yucky Don't like that no more Put that away And then he just lunges at her With his teeth Yeah

44:57that night i could not sleep i watched his room from my window and waited for him to leave but once he closed that door it seemed as though he disappeared inside he never even turned on the light only left my perch long enough to make coffee but even then i listened for the creak of that heavy old door never did hear it when day came i decided to check on him i knocked many times and announced my intent to enter he did not respond the door opened with that familiar old creek and sun once again crept into that dark room cigarette smoke still hung heavy in the air and danced in the beams of light the room key set idle next to the ashtray okay hold on no we read that wrong it's saying that he the the mud only let inside as in he walked down the hall to the room but then never left the room so there's no flying anywhere he walked into the office and then to the hotel room but they never left the hotel room he might have flown there in some way i don't think that's what was implied at all actually i think all the footprints led inside yeah just didn't lead back outside of the hotel room yeah i'm saying that that's all fine i just mean like when he before getting to the hotel he may he probably flew there your lines up it's a quote hello the room itself appeared empty but i traced his muddy tracks from the door to the table then to the bathroom he had smoked the old butts left by the others and left nothing behind but burnt filters the beds again were untouched i knocked gently on the bathroom door are you okay carpet sloshed under feet wet from the bathroom overflow i'm coming in i announced already turning the knob as the bathroom door turned inward it pushed aside a layer of sticky wet sludge It was a mixture of deep red and earthen brown.

46:45The putrid, sweet smell of decay hit before my eyes could comprehend the horror of what lay before me. The bathtub was half filled with thick old blood and clumps of mud left behind by the boy. His clothes were piled in a damp, muddy heap just outside the bath. The floor was sticky with blood and dirt. But still, I stepped inside. The bathtub was full enough with the gruesome sludge that something could still be hiding beneath the surface. As I had done many times before, I reached in and pulled the plug. My hand brushed against something inside and I recoiled. The bubbling gurgle of rotting body fluids oozed down the drain as I waited to see what was hidden inside.

47:29Thankfully, it was not the boy. It was the severed leg of a deer that had brushed my hand. The hoof was gnarled, cracked, and the leg itself was nothing more than coarse flesh suspended by tendons still clinging to the bone. So is it saying that they're actually eating deer or the deer are just a cover up for all the blood and stuff? I mean, I would assume that this time that they're actually eating deer. If it's a dead end highway, I'm going to assume that there's not tons of people around to eat. Yeah. But I would, I would assume it's both. You know what I mean? I think this time it's just a deer.

48:04Cause he, cause he seems desperate and starving. Yeah. The muck left behind in the empty bath was a slurry of torn organ meat and unrendered fat. The remnants of a slaughtered beast. In all my years cleaning, they had never left this kind of evidence. It was always blood, massive amounts of blood and bile, but never anything that couldn't be drained. I assumed then this was left by the boy. I did my best to shovel the decaying bits of carcass into a plastic bag and then used old sheets and towels to sop up the puddles of putrid death that remained. I threw all of it in the burned pit out back.

48:37I emptied an entire bucket of bleach into the bathroom just to hide the smell. Exhausted, I fell asleep on the bed, steeped the odors of death and cigarette smoke. I dreamt of my sister. For the first time, and as long as I could remember, I could see her face again. When I awoke, it was still the afternoon, but the boy had not returned. I was hungry and covered in filth. I showered in the hottest water I could stand, hoping to burn the odor from my skin. Afterwards, I made a sandwich and returned to my perch at the window. I had left the door open to air out the room. I figured that if he had returned he would close it, but it was open Night came and I wondered if he had just gone on ahead searching for the family I decided that I should close the door and lock it I had taken his key with me after I had cleaned so if he wanted back in he'd have to ask The moment my foot stepped past the threshold of the room I saw his wide eyes shrouded in the shadows across the room He was standing just outside the open bathroom He stood there, motionless and nude covered in something else.

49:41It wasn't the dirt like before, but a deep red crust that cracked dry on his skin. It is not enough. It is rotted. He said from the shadows. What are you? He waited an eternity to answer, just staring at me from across the room. You know. He said in a weak, hushed voice. I don't. Is my sister, is she like you? he nodded in a way that seemed he was confused that i was even asking that's awesome are you fucking dumb yeah well i mean it's like i mean it's like yeah your sister dies quote unquote and then she's there every four years for like the past several decades it's pretty funny he's just like dude are you serious it's been like 30 years and she has not changed are you fucking dense oh my god is my sister like you guys bro are you fucking me right now because of the accent now it just sounds like one of those like slavic gangster types in the does that kind of that kind of tracks like a sylvanian kind of vampire family right yeah I guess it would be too weird if they chain smoking, like Russian cigarettes in a, yeah, the Didas that makes, that makes totally, that makes total sense to me.

51:13Well, no, they're, they, luckily I would agree with the Didas track suit, but they've said too many times that they're dressed up all fancy, which may be for Russian people. The Didas track suit is fancy. So that could be the fit. That could be the three piece. God, it'd be so sick. If Dracula Didas tracks, He's just like, I seriously want to drink tons of blood right now. With the imported gold chains. Yeah, exactly. Imported gold chains. He's just like, yeah, exactly. I want to go to an EDM music festival immediately.

51:48I stepped backwards out of the room. He stepped forward into the faint moonlight shining across the floor. His body was covered in dry blood and his hair was matted in a thick black tangle. Please don't hurt me. His eyes grew wide as he approached. Before he stopped suddenly, his coolest features were suddenly awash in amber headlights. He recoiled and retreated back into the shadows of the room. I turned to see the blinding beams of an old pickup truck as it pulled into our parking lot. I glanced back at the boy. He was gone. The door to the truck opened and a tall, sinewy man with clothes-cropped hair and thick-rimmed glasses stepped out.

52:26He was an older gentleman, gray around the temples, but not elderly by any means. His stature was intimidating and his voice was deep. Van Helsing. Hello. He said, still hiding behind the bright lights of the truck. Can I help you? I asked, sheltering my eyes. Oh, shit, sorry. He apologized and leaned back into the cab and turned off the lights. I felt myself trapped between the monster behind me and the stranger approaching from the front. But without realizing, I'd backed myself against the wall. You work here? Yes, noting my retreat and stepping back himself. No vacancies. No vacancies! I shouted, slightly louder than needed.

53:08He looked around the lot and squinted at the darkened motel sign. Hmm, right. We're close now, I'm sorry. I'd like to stay the night if possible. It's been a bit of a drive, and we both know there aren't any options anywhere close. We don't have any rooms available. What about that one? He asked, pointing behind me to the open door. It isn't clean. I don't mind. He said, closing the door to his truck. I can pay in cash if you fancy it. I shook my head and leaned one hand on the truck. None of the rooms are furnished. This one was, but an animal got in and died. I was cleaning it. It wouldn't be sanitary.

53:57He stepped forward into the lights of the motel. His face was hard and serious and altogether unsettling. I couldn't help but think back to that writer about what he said. This man could be one of them, I thought. Here I was with my back to a danger I could not comprehend while in front of me stood a potential serial killer. Must have read the discomfort on my face. Okay, then. Do you mind if I park here for the night? Sleep in my truck? He asked, trying to sound disarming. I thought about it long and hard. I don't see why not. I said against my better judgment. He smiled and opened the door to his truck.

54:36Appreciate it. He said, disappointed. Turned back towards the room, but even with the light from the truck, I could not see inside. Closed the door and locked it. After that, I locked every door I walked through until I was in my own bedroom. still uneasy about the two threats that were sleeping only a few hundred feet away i decided to arm myself i don't like guns never owned one and i don't care to ever buy one but my father taught me how to shoot in fact he taught me to shoot with my grandfather's old revolver the same one that was locked in a box beneath my bed it's my father's lock box and aside from the gun i had no idea what i'd find i'd use a hammer an old screwdriver to break the lock and after only a few attempts, I was able to pop it open.

55:21As expected, the gun sat atop a pile of important documents, photos, and small mementos that meant something to my father at some point in his life. Six loose bullets rattled around the steel box. They appeared to be handmade, not purchased, and somehow older than myself. Each one tipped in shiny, polished silver. I loaded the revolver and set it aside. Photos hidden beneath it were not ones I'd recognized from my childhood. they were all for some reason private to him the top photograph was of my parents years before i was born my aunt that i hadn't seen in years stood next to my mother smiling and holding the hand of a man in his early 30s the man looked eerily familiar he reminded me maybe too much of the middle-aged man in the family though the man in the photo looked too happy to be the expressionless shell I'd known my whole life.

56:14The photo beneath that one was of my grandfather standing stone-faced in front of the earliest version of the motel. beside him were four others who were without a doubt four members of the family none of them my grandfather included were smiling to the right of my grandfather stood the older two members of the family then the middle-aged woman and the teenage girl the boy and the middle-aged men were missing photo was old and faded but even then it was clear they looked the same as they did only a few days ago so the middle-aged man was her uncle then right because it's like oh he was holding hands with my aunt um but who would the teenage boy be then just an unrelated boy or someone connected to them i guess i think that we might find out more through the other parts but it almost seems as if with the silver not vampire hunters but i'm wondering if that's the case also why the mom and like i almost makes you think that they were like purging the mountain of these evils or something like that and that's like maybe like why the aunt and the mom had a falling out because she's like you're just letting them stay there and do shit you know yeah yeah beneath that i found my sister's birth certificate old bonds the deed to the motel and other uninteresting documents of worth below everything though was one more thing a stiff card wrapped in the same paper the family's money was wrapped in, tied with the same twine.

57:45I opened it. I unwrapped it to reveal the backside of a photograph, newer than the others, with Chicago 1974 written in a handwriting that was foreign to me. It was not my mother's or father's. I flipped the photo and I felt a cold chill run down my spine. I saw myself younger than I had ever seen in any family photo. I was dressed in a corduroy overalls and standing in front of an old building. The oddest thing, though, was that I was standing between two vaguely familiar adults holding their hands. All three of us were smiling. I wish I'd say I was able to place their faces, but I could not.

58:25I had to assume they were family friends, but to my knowledge, my parents never had many friends and those that did be the ones to visit us. My entire life, my parents made the motel the priority. We had never taken a family trip together outside of a holiday weekend at my aunt's. In fact, as far as I could recall, neither of them had ever mentioned visiting Chicago and they definitely never said anything about seeing friends there. Who were these people? Where were my parents? Why wasn't my sister with me? My breath grew more rapid with each thought and I slammed the box shut. I already had too many questions that seemed to be impossible to answer.

59:04I was not ready for more. Thankfully, the exhaustion overwhelmed my mind and I eventually drifted off to sleep. The loaded gun set safely on the nightstand next to me. I had even pushed a chair beneath the knob of my bedroom door. With the heavy curtains pulled closed, the sun never crept in and I awoke very late in the morning. Even before coffee, I made my way out to the parking lot. The truck, however, was already gone. I started to feel a tinge of guilt for judging the strange man as I did. That guilt, though, would only deepen as the day progressed. I opened the door to the boys' room. The morning sun flooded in immediately, casting away any dark corners.

59:43Immediately, the smell of iron shrunk my nose. As I stepped up to the bathroom door, my feet once again squished into the soaking wet carpet. The door was unlocked, but as I opened it, I heard the familiar slosh of coagulated blood being pushed aside. I stepped into a familiar, but no less unsettling sight, of a tiled white bathroom coated in crimson blood. I prayed to myself that it was again that of an animal, though even that did not sit well with my conscience. Just to be safe, I decided to clean. I needed to be sure that no trace of the teenage boy was left behind, just in case somebody else came through unexpected.

1:00:24That strange man now made me nervous in an entirely different way. I was so focused that I forgot to make myself coffee. Instead, I went straight to work sopping up the massive amounts of blood. It was only when I was on the floor scrubbing that I noticed some of the blood seep through seams in the tiled floor, narrow cracks in three straight lines forming a box against the wall. I then noticed that the baseboard beneath the sink had been removed and there were small finger-sized holes in the floor where it met the wall. I crawled across the floor, still slick with blood and slipped with my fingers in.

1:01:00I was able to get underneath and pull up what turned out to be a door or hatch in the floor. So I pulled it open, blood seeped down into the crawlspace beneath the bathroom. Crawl space that until now, I had no idea it even existed. I had no choice but to investigate. It was not large, but deep enough to walk through without crawling. It spread maybe ten feet in every direction. It was dark, but my phone's flashlight was bright enough to reveal even the furthest corner. Thankfully, the boy was nowhere to be seen. The floor beneath me was soft dirt made muddy from the blood that seeped down. The walls appeared to be crafted from old red brick and mortared in place Unlike any other foundation on the property Words written in an unfamiliar language were carved into the walls Smelled of smoke, stale breath, and iron I moved further in to explore the hidden room Strange crystalline rocks were scattered, half buried around the floor Much like the ones you'd find in the now closed caverns the most unsettling aspect though was the heaps of soft dirt that were arranged in seven large piles throughout the room one for each member of the family immediately the room itself felt heavy with dread I got out as quickly as possible I left the crawl space as I had found it and replaced the baseboard just in case I finished cleaning the bathroom and doused everything in bleach careful to avoid the cracks in the floor when I returned to the office there was a message flashing in red on the office phone.

1:02:35I checked and it was from my lawyer, so I returned the call. He informed me that the buyer from the property was expected to stop by. I was told he wanted to see it firsthand, but he was an odd fellow who may not announce his intentions. I could only assume it was the man from last night. He then changed the subject with a somber tone in his voice. He asked me if I heard from anyone in my family. No. I told him. Aside from my aunt, I had no family left. Well, then I hate to be the one to tell you this, but she passed a few weeks ago. What happened? Uh, well, from what I understand, there's a fire in her property and everything she possessed had perished in it.

1:03:16Along with her, her state had a little trouble getting in touch with me. So, the business is gone? I asked because she, like my parents, owned a small hospitality business. While it wasn't a motel, it was what you would consider a bed and breakfast. Honestly, it was less of a business, more of a hobby for her. Everything. A small part of me was relieved that I wouldn't be burned with that place as well. There was a moment of awkward silence, and I could hear him shuffling through papers on his end of the line. Is there anything I need to do, or are you going to take care of the transfers? Of a state or whatever, I mean, other than the property.

1:03:56I don't know what else had one of hers. hell, even the property. I'm not sure I want to deal with it. This place is enough. He didn't laugh. Instead, I just heard more shuffling. That is a strange thing. She left you nothing. It's fine with me. I'd rather not deal with it. Well, you still may have to. You see, she left everything to your sister. How old was her will? She updated it after her parents passed. Oh. but i guess now would be the time to open the envelope they left for her i have some answers okay i'll do that conversation shifted into other aspects of the cell and what i would need to do to prepare for it all the while the man from last night was in the back of my mind and an unexpected turn of events i was hoping he would return after the call i tried to push it all out of my mind the boy was gone and as far as i knew the man had left in the morning as well I was alone again I in the mountains in this isolated, lonely motel I wasn't hungry but I fixed myself a drink and decided to take my lawyer's advice I retrieved the third letter left by my parents from the cabinet where it had stayed since the day he dropped it off Carefully I tore open one end even folded I could see through the thin parchment that the message was brief but it was undeniably written in my mother's handwriting It said i fear they are no longer the ones we loved burn it down burn it all down that's good okay i really like this story because like i said earlier it doesn't play around the vampire concept it dives into it and it the way they build mystery isn't on are they vampires or anything it's everything else like the secret crawl space under the floor what are the seven mounds and the ancient writing what what was the aunt's connection why did she decide to burn everything down is it because the family turned on them now has all this been caused because our main character decided to sell the hotel um the guy who showed up last night was he the seller or was he like a vampire hunter a van helsing like you said there it like it doesn't ask questions around the nature of what they are because we know what they are it asks questions around the greater story that it uses them as a set piece of which is really cool it keeps it engaging well I think that's this is just a classic example of the thing that is making the story interesting is not the idea that it's vampires vampires are just the like it's just the exciting like syrupy cherry on top you know it's like the chocolate sauce and the cherry on top of the sundae but like the actual meat of the story that is engaging is this family's mystery like very interesting characters are our main character kind of unstumbling and finding into like new things about this family and then having to unravel all these like secrets that they had no idea about that's like where that's what makes it engaging and then it's just a it's just a huge bonus that there's a fucking naked man standing in a corner covered in blood you know that kind of thing that's just a thing that makes it exciting but I think like the character building itself that's what's making this so compelling and I think that's also just a good example of like why the story works so well and like just for any people who are maybe want to write their own stuff characters are always the most important thing yeah the ideas of that like the vampire shit who gives a fuck like really like it's just like you can go any direction with it and it wouldn't matter if your characters suck you know what i mean i mean they're just they're a tool and they can be used effectively or ineffectively and they're used effectively here but it's because they're not the story is not about the fact that they are vampires it is about a character that so happens to be here with vampires yeah yeah yeah the the dressing, the set dressing of your story is vampires, but the foundation of story is the mystery.

1:07:50And it's like this is being the fun of being able to unravel these mysteries with your character that is just becoming more and more fun as it goes on. Like I really, really also, I just want to say too, because we didn't say anything at that break, but I was really kind of sucked into the story at that moment. But imagine walking in, you just see the pale eyes in the corner and the guy's just naked like emaciated and naked that's pretty fucking horrifying covered in blood yeah yeah yeah no it gets so good like that i was a little creeped out when she's in the crawl space and there's like riding in the mounds it's like what's down there what if they buried that's good that's good like visual horror i like it um and there's a lot of questions like what's with the chicago thing is she someone else's kid that the vampires brought here like she can't be a vampire because she's aging but how connected does this go it like again it has mysteries and they're ones that i care about not ones that are in the first part i had a little bit of worry where our main character kind of took a while to figure out what they were but the worries immediately been put to the side with how much how many good questions there are coming up so i'm i'm bought in.

1:09:01I'm loving it so far. I'm thinking some kind of family in a city who met a vampire who got fucked up. I know before I was like, oh, maybe they're vampire hunters. I think it just might have been people who got in bed with a vampire at one point. And it seems like from the deal of you used to live in a very civilized suburban setting and now you're in the middle of nowhere. Definitely seems like they're hiding from the rest of the world up in the mountains versus being a space where they're maybe constantly tempted. Who knows? could be um okay so part three before we get into part three i realize that y 'all can see it yes i am wearing a my little pony shirt but it's ironic sure a little pew pew after the uh cupcakes episode so many of you messaged a gun company called polidar tactical who had uh my little pony merch that said my little pew pew that they they messaged me and were like hey so a bunch of our fans or a bunch of people have said that you would really like this my little pony short shirt so I had to go into this long diatribe out it's not because I'm a brony it's because my fans think it's funny people that watch creep cast and it's this podcast where I read scary stories and they didn't believe anything I said but they sent me the shirt anyway so thank you for that so thank you guys for doing that I guess whatever I also had a funny can I have it recently too basically this like how would you say this bank?

1:10:33Like a treasury of some sort gave me a bunch of money because of the IP for penis toes. And the fans kind of contacted them about that. And they were like, we just want to give you a bunch of money because of it. Part three. Part three. Burn it all down. Those words run clear in my head as if my mother were whispering them in my ear. Trust me, I wanted nothing more than to be done with this. motel and the family but there were some things i just couldn't let go i started to worry that if i sold the motel other secrets would be revealed dark secrets damaging secrets i could fill in that pit below their room but what else was hiding in the motel grounds i had no choice but to wait for the cell to either go through or fail in the meantime i packed up what i could from our old family home every photograph of my parents now felt different less genuine do you think that the uh do you think that like less genuine do you think that the main character is starting to question like you know what i mean like do you think that he do you think that she is basically being like like what was my family of fucking monsters like is she starting to be like my family might be uh corrupt i don't think her family were vampires but i think i think she is questioning like why they hid so much and also were they like is this even her family like was the people in chicago her actual parents or something i mean she doesn't know there's so many there's some there are so many mysteries that are strung out in front of her she doesn't have answers to yeah why would they keep so much from me i asked out loud to a room of family artifacts and meaningless mementos nobody answered two days passed and i waited for either the boy or the man in the truck to return.

1:12:23Instead, the first car to pull into the parking lot was that of my local sheriff. My body tensed and my mind went to the room and the blood-soaked carpet that I never replaced. I questioned whether or not I'd actually be honest if he asked about it. Yes, of course I would be. I had nothing to hide. I knew nothing. Nothing except for the fact that I'd rented rooms to soulless immortal creatures that somehow acquired gallons upon gallons of blood without notice. I began to doubt my own composure. I waited at the door to the office while he sat in the cruiser for ten minutes or so. I wasn't sure if he saw me or not, but regardless, I held my ground.

1:13:00I noticed a little too late. My cleaning supplies abandoned in the lobby next to gallons of bleach. The cruiser door slammed shut and snapped my attention back to him. As he approached, he scanned the surroundings, taking note of the unlit vacancy sign, turned back and registered the curtainless windows of each emptied room. This is, of course, except for the families. Afternoon. He said with the tip of his hat. What can I do you for? He removed the shades and peeked over my shoulder into the lobby. Wondering if I could have a moment of your time to ask you some questions. Regarding, well? He turned back to the mostly emptied rooms.

1:13:41You have any guests recently? Closed down a few weeks back, unfortunately. That's not what I asked. He said, smiling again, but this time with menace. Sorry? I don't mean to be rude or nothing, but we know Bill Henley was on his way up here a few days back. Just wondering if he made it. Sorry, I don't know him. You don't know the man who was fixing on buying your place? He asked again, looking back at the family's room. Oh, him! Yeah, him. I, uh, my lawyer handled it all. I didn't meet him. Not even when he stopped here for the night? He asked, showing his cards. I swallowed hard. I wanted to tell the truth, but I wasn't ready for what came with it.

1:14:25Oh, did he drive a truck? He did. And yes, I saw it parked over there. I said, foolishly pointing towards the room. Sheriff turned to the room, to the parking spot, to my secrets, took out a notepad and began to write something down. But he didn't stay with us. We were closed, so he slept in his car, I think. Think? Yes, looking back at me. I didn't see him leave, but yeah, he was here for a little bit. You know, the truck belonged to him and all. It did. He said, putting the notebook away. Mind if I take a look around? Of course not. I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth before my mind could stop them.

1:15:06He stepped aside to sort of lead him into the lobby, away from the family's room. Immediately, he took notice of the cleaning supplies and the bleach. Is there a problem? Is he okay? she has been the most suspicious person. No shit. Oh him. No, I don't know him. Oh, that guy. He was here. Actually, he was right over there. You can look around. Is he okay? Is he alive? He didn't die. Did he, did he get bit on his neck? Did he get bowed neck? Did you find him drained of blood? Like the blood in that room over there. Don't look in there by the way. Yeah. There's definitely not a giant cavern with old Eldrick text written in Elvish on the walls.

1:15:47Just don't look in there. There's nothing. Any horrors that are in that room are certainly comprehensible, so you shouldn't even try to comprehend them. The sheriff's gaze lingered on the bleach for a very long time. He then turned his attention back to me. I could see his mind working over something, thinking. Suddenly, it felt as if the air in the room shifted. His entire demeanor changed, and I felt an aura of warmth from him. He shrugged and cracked a smile. Well, I figured it's going to be on the news soon anyway, if it ain't already. What? Well, nothing good, that's for sure. The truck you saw, they found it about 200 or so miles west of here.

1:16:24Off the 80? All the way up there? What was he doing? Well, we don't know. We don't know where he was. We don't know who he is. We don't know where he is? Oh, yeah. Well, we don't know who he is. We don't know what's going on. I was like, what the fuck? Well, we don't know. Well, we don't know. The sheriff has intense memory loss. Who are you? Who am I? what are we doing here well we don't know we don't know where he is he said his gauge drifting out to the knickknacks and photographs oh that's not good i don't like that you really ain't gonna like the next pod the buyer of yours has a lot to answer for like what well the body they found in the cab burnt to crisp abandoned

1:17:18I don't like that this guy the man that was outside of my hotel that I was the last one to see him alive who's super suspicious and his truck was found 200 miles away don't like that it's funny he said picking up a photograph of myself and my parents I thought you said he was missing you sure it wasn't him I asked trying to find something to do with my fidgeting hands too young too small to be him best we can reckon it's a young man they found but no idea though john doe said looking hard at the photo these your parents i nodded he looked back at the photo and back at me biological i'm told i look more like my grandparents really smiled and returned the photo i believe he then looked for photos of my grandparents but there were none okay so she's off of that she's clearly adopted the uh the was that the vampire teen that was in the room do you think that he was yes yes okay yeah it brought out into sunlight yeah yeah yeah definitely so i had the thought with the cigarettes uh that may be earlier with the ash i'm like maybe that's like dead vampires or something like burnt to ash but then they said that there were actual cigarette butts being smoked.

1:18:39So you're probably right. That was just to mask the smell. Or they're just Russian. They love change smoking. Yeah, they do love change smoking. That's right. But so I thought that what was implying with the extra blood and stuff was that he had been killed. The vampire hunter, which maybe he has. And the boy stole his truck and started trying to drive away, trying to find the family. And then when daylight hit, he burnt to ash. No, what direction did they say he was driving West? Yeah, I think he was still alive. I think that, I think the vampire hunter dude that slept in the car. I feel like, I feel like we're going to get more from him.

1:19:21You know what I mean? Yeah. Well, it said he was driving West, right? So that would have been driving away from the sunrise. So perhaps the boy stole the, I mean, maybe the vampire her is still alive, but perhaps the boy stole the car and then started driving. West trying to find the family, trying to get away. And then when sunrise hit, burn him to ash in the cab that explain why he's not around. Cause if he is a vampire hunter and he kidnapped the boy, why would he drive 200 miles away and then abandon his car and leave him in the cab? He would probably do it in a more, you know, he's done this before he would cover his tracks better.

1:19:57Yeah. Well, I mean, we, from what we know, who knows, who knows? Yeah. if that's if that that's my bear trap i'm setting if it's the boy drove the car and started driving west to get away from the sunrise if that turns out to be right i'm gonna i'm gonna hee haw about how cool i am for calling it but could also be wrong we stood there trapped in a long awkward silence i motioned towards the kitchen door behind the front desk did you still want to look around i asked trying to lead him nah maybe later just needed to confirm he was here really he said making his way back outside i followed okay well thank you for stopping by he paused at the door acknowledging my awkward statement then i saw it again it's mine working put his sunglasses back on he was alone here you said i thought hard what did i tell him did i slip couldn't remember i don't know she is awful at this he looked at me as if he could tell i was lying could have been someone else in the truck.

1:20:59It was dark. Can't say for sure. He nodded in acceptance. Thank you for your time. With that, he was gone. But as he drove by, the only remaining curtain still hanging in the motel rooms made a point to slow and look as he passed. I waited until he's going to go back to the station and be like, alright, well, whatever happened, that girl's in on it. Yeah, so, yeah, we have a murderer right in the hotel. We gotta get rid of her. I waited until he was out of sight and then ran back home as fast as I could. As soon as I reached the bathroom, I vomited. My nerves were a tangle of anxiety and guilt.

1:21:34I knew that the body they found had to belong to the teenage boy, but what about the man? He was either still alive or still here. I searched the motel grounds for any sign of the man or other secret spots. I wandered past the property line into the clearing and with the sunlight beating down on me, I had an epiphany. Teenage boy was on his way to another place like ours, sanctuary. He would never have let himself get caught outside like that, not on purpose, in all my years of knowing the family. I had never seen them at any time close to dawn or dusk. They were experts at avoiding the sun. Wherever he was going, he couldn't have been far from his destination.

1:22:15I knew what I had to do. I had to find their next stop. I had to know if it was anything like the motel, and if it was, how? Why? Could there be more of those earthen rooms cluttered with crystals and soft dirt covered in strangely written rooms? I had to know. I packed what I could into my small car and locked up the motel. Before I left, I made sure to reload my grandfather's gun and place it in my bag, which I then placed on the passenger seat. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, but I was fairly certain that if I found anything, I had to be ready. The drive was long, but I drove slowly. I kept an eye out for any building or structure that could hide them.

1:22:53Luckily, the highway was an extension of the one that the motel sat on It was another dead road A long stretch of nothing So spotting anything would be easy As I passed the 200 mile marker, I slowed to a crawl and leaned over my steering wheel An old barn crept into view around the 220 mark and I knew it had to be there It was the only building within miles I pulled into the old dirt road alongside deep tire tracks left When the rain softened it into mud I stepped out of the car and pocketed the revolver Sky overhead was gray, made for a dark afternoon I followed the tracks as they led into the old rotted barn Heavy doors were in despair, but the hinges swung as if they were new Inside the barn was what you would expect from an antique structure Old brittle hay and rusted equipment were left and forgotten Everything looked as if it hadn't been touched in decades everything except for a strange metal watering trough in the center of the barn the sickening realization of what it was had set in before i saw the familiar dark rings around the inside like the bath in their room this had been filled with blood the ground surrounding the trough was stained from decades of crimson ichor seeping into it as i stepped close the ground bowed beneath my feet and the wood groaned i stomped the hollow echo of an empty chamber could be heard below I kicked aside the dust and hay to reveal the trap door There was less effort put into hiding this one Then again the location itself was a hiding spot Found the finger holes and pulled up the door That familiar scent of smoke, stale breath and iron wafted up I pulled a revolver from my pocket and climbed down The room was smaller than the one below the motel But it was very much the same Odd words were again carved into the walls but would replace brick in this more ramshackle construction.

1:24:48The strange crystalline rocks were placed around the room in a pattern I hadn't noticed beneath the motel. There were fewer here, but enough to catch my eye. I pulled one out of the dirt and held it in my hand. Soft dusted salt seemed to rub off with the slightest touch. It was heavy in my hand, more than you would expect. I held it into the light from my phone. there were dark red and blue mineral veins streaking through the otherwise milky white crystal it was so dry it felt as if it sucked the moisture from my fingertips i pocketed it and continued on into the darkness my foot sunk into an exceptionally soft patch of dirt i realized i was standing on one of the earthen mounds same as the seven in the motel chamber one however was unlike the rest the dirt was discolored and more dry than the other mounds There was also a fleck of white protruding just beneath the gray, unfertile soil.

1:25:43Punched over, I made my way to the dying mound and uncovered a note written on a white piece of paper. A white piece of paper that just so happened to be stationary from our motel. It read, Father, if you have found your way here, I am sorry. We waited for three days, for the fire burned so hot. The master said you could not return. I begged her to wait But the soil grew damp and we had to move on If you've made it here You know about the orphan Our oldest home is in danger In my slumber, I still feel your presence So I have hope you will find us soon Hopefully so As we have left you a meal in the old farmhouse Far from the road I hope that gives you the strength to find us again Matthew I left the note where it laid So the father then Is the teenage boy I'm guessing I think it's the father of one of the other people I think that the like the oldest person there is probably not related to any of them is what I'm thinking you know I mean it's like the head vampire it's the master or whatever yeah but the teenage boy was the one separated from the group right yeah but I thought that there was younger I thought there was younger ones than that no I mean the little his little sister is younger but oh that's not the only one at this point there's a teenage boy and the teenage girl the the twist kind of may be the teenage boy and the teenage girl the oldest of them they could be yeah because they're saying like hopefully father you're separated hopefully this old mill gets you here so that was probably what the teenage boy was looking for why he started driving to get to this next safe house but he didn't make it before sunrise it sounds like what was that they said that there was dust dusted salt seemed to rub off so i feel like salts normally used to keep away vampires why would there be salt down here i didn't know if it was something where it's like salting the earth or something like did they because i know what you mean like it's supposed to be like a protection circle or something yeah yeah i think it's well one there could be a couple things it could be a compromise like did the guy get there and he made us a protection circle yeah or something or are they doing something where they're i don't know drying out the fucking farm for some reason or who knows yeah they're the soil needs to be wet for some reason there's also something about the minerals how there's red and blue mineral veins through the white crystals and that means something and they're super dry said she said it was so dry it felt as if it sucked the moisture from my fingertips so maybe they're salt crystals and that has some significance uh i don't know but another good thing was like preservation or something like people pack something with salt i mean i don't know yeah could be preserving meat or something in that farm you know what i mean yeah could be that farmhouse in question was far from the barn but i was worried that driving up might bring unwanted attention i walked through waist-high grass on the unstilled soil dead farmland this plot of land had been long forgotten the house itself was in better condition than the farm but not by much it had been lived in recently but how recent i couldn't be sure it was far from the highway and isolated in a way only rural homes can be i approached from the side of the home and peered through the dust-covered windows the decor had a timeless untethered look and it was unclear if it had been abandoned for years or if the residents had just had peculiar taste regardless i saw no signs of movement inside thought about entering through the window but caught myself and did the rational thing I knocked on the front door I thought I heard a brief flurry of restrained movement somewhere inside the house my hand went immediately to the revolver my voice was nodded and stuck in my throat I swallowed hard to try to call out but my nerves wouldn't allow it instead I reached out for the doorknob and the moment my fingers made contact door drifted open it felt as if I were being invited inside.

1:29:50Okay, so that's, hmm. Hmm. I won't make any weird predictions yet, but that feels strangely vampiric. I don't know, our author couldn't be. They're aging. They have no knowledge of this, but like, I thought about going through the window. I didn't go through the window. Instead, I decided to, it felt like I was being invited inside. Anyway, my shoes slipped slightly on an old pile of mail stacked up from years of neglect. Some were postmarked from as far back as the late 90s. My first instinct about the decor was correct. Thick layers of dust seemed to coat most things in the home, but certain spots had been wiped clean with use.

1:30:33A path in the hallway rug was worn down from recent footsteps. I followed them to the kitchen. There were dishes in the sink and a box of discontinued cereal on the counter next to an empty jug of milk. The power had long ago been shut off and the contents of the fridge had rotted past the state of decay and no longer even smelled. The ashtray on the kitchen table, however, was packed full of fresh butts. A single unsmoked cigarette was left next to a matchbook. One thing became obvious. The meal was not left in the kitchen. Hello? I called out, adjusting my grip on the revolver. A metallic rattle and a pained moan came from somewhere in another room.

1:31:13I stepped carefully in the direction of the ghostly noise I could hear a subtle rhythmic tapping Coming from behind the door of a room at the end of the hallway The distance to that door felt longer than the distance from the house to the barn The long, drawn-out moans seemed to seep out from beneath the cracks in the door I removed the gun from my jacket pocket And with my other hand I carefully opened the door Ghoulish noise ceased in the moments that the door opened Replaced by the squeak of unused hinges I stepped back and aimed it was just a bathroom soft blue and pepto pink tiles were not the horror I expected on the other side of the door the pipes beneath the sink let out another ghostly moan as they groaned from unused in the steady drip of a leaky faucet patterned behind the shower curtain I understand now that it was not the brightest idea but I had driven for hours and I had no other options none that would provide the comfort of a seat So I placed the gun to the sink And sat down Wait hold on She Like she set the gun on the sink Or she's pointing the gun at the sink She set the gun Or she like put the gun on the sink And I think sat on the toilet or something Okay I only had a moment of relief Before I saw the silhouette Behind the semi opaque shower curtain Oh shit I pushed on the curtain Thinking it was just a trick of the light But my hand made contact Was something solid Before I could stand, the silhouette formed into the figure of a person as it reached out towards me I stood quickly, but a withered white hand covered in blood emerged from the shower I tripped and grasped for anything to catch myself I grabbed hold of the only thing standing between myself and the figure, the shower curtain As I fell back, the curtain tore from the rings and fell onto me Frantically, I crawled backwards out from under the curtain and out of the room, away from the gun I pulled my pants up and struggled to my feet, realizing that the thing standing in front of me was not pursuing me.

1:33:13Instead, the emaciated figure of a dead man hung suspended above the tub, swaying slightly from my push. The room began to spin as the horror of what was in front of me became clear with the sound of every wet drop of blood dripping into the bath. He was the meal. I grabbed the gun, and before I knew it, I was already outside. I considered my options. I thought about burning it down but there's a guy hanging up in there you're gonna burn it down I thought about burning it down but that would only bring attention I knew nothing about fingerprints and fire and evidence the safest option was to do nothing oh my gosh you can call 911 and just drive away you don't have to be there when the police show up this house had remained hidden for so long Why wouldn't it stay that way?

1:34:04Just to be safe, though, I took the shower curtain and wiped down any surface I remember touching. I locked the door from the inside and closed it. What? There's a guy bleeding to death in the shower upstairs. Old girl is an accomplice. She is now complicit in the death of this man. Oh, yes. After a conversation where the sheriff where it's like, I don't know. What do you mean? I haven't seen him. what are you talking about the walk back to the barn was long and arduous I replayed the images in my mind over and over and thought back to the bathtub I'd cleaned so many times before if there were any doubt in my mind before it had been erased the family that I had known my whole life were no longer human they truly were creatures of the night prayed on the weak and drank their blood should have been obvious maybe it was maybe my parents knew all along they had to but me I'd only coalesced in my mind after seeing the body.

1:35:02It became clear as day. Every four years, for a week at a time, I had been in the presence of an unearthly evil. They were inhuman, unnatural, and otherworldly. They were vampires. We were just one stop on their tour of death. They must have other places like ours, just close enough to make it in a night drive. My aunt lived only a few hours east of us. My memories of visiting her came flooding back. It now made sense that every time I stepped into the guest house beneath her home Cellar door would smell of smoke, stale breath, iron, and every once in a while soft lavender too It seems now that my aunt did what my parents couldn't That is probably why they left her that last letter They knew that she would be capable of doing what they never could They had made the deal and tolerated slaughter under their roof But part of me understood why even if they wanted to burn it all down she was still their little girl and she needed a safe place as I stood in front of the burn pit out back behind the motel I watched the plastic shower curtain she's now just a part of the burn you could have helped that guy as I stood in front of the burn pit out back behind the motel I watched the plastic shower curtain curl and melt in the flames a flicker of light off glass caught my eye just outside the center of the fire I used to stick to dig it out glasses, thick rim glasses he was never coming back Bill Henley the man, wait the guy in the shower curtain was Bill?

1:36:36yep or the guy in the shower so not only are you killing an innocent man it was a guy who knew about the vampires and you could have helped he was never coming back Bill Henley The man who was going to purchase my motel Was not coming back Like it or not this motel was still mine And as far as I knew I still had four years To figure out what to do with it So Isaiah is every one of these Posts is it four years In between each post Uh No because the first one Ends with them showing up again right That's what I thought But I'm like if they're showing up again That would have been okay so this is the first four It's like oh so it's been four years this is the first time they've been there and now this is just the days proceeding after like they stayed there they left and this is just like the kind of interactions that are happening within the couple days after they left no because part four the next part opens with right after she burnt the stuff yeah so it's like yeah i mean it may it may focus on four years later but i guess what i'm saying is it has like since we've known the character to be an adult the people have died the first time that she's there it had been the four years whatever but it there has been no other it's not like the passage of time between these parts has not been over four years since the character has become an adult or whatever it's just been not yet okay yeah yeah they've been pretty back to back otherwise alright part four part four over the next few days I was little more than a ghost haunting the motel grounds I drifted from room to room trying to cobble together a purpose.

1:38:23I'd quickly realized that I was bound to this property and whether it was an ancient family curse or a legal contract, I was supposed to stay here and maintain the property. I felt obligated to protect my sister, even if she barely resembled the little girl I remembered. My mother, for all her faults, had done what she could to protect her daughter. Working over the events in my mind and recounting the visits of the family, I had come to the conclusion that my parents had made a deal to save my sister. I remember her illness. I remember her withering away before my eyes. She was going to die. It was a fact, but somehow she didn't.

1:39:01She continued living as an eternal child, cursed to walk an ever-evolving earth as she herself was frozen in prepubescence. They had changed her, and I was determined to figure out how. I looked for clues in my father's old lockbox, but found little more than unfamiliar photos and documents that no longer had any relevance one thing that stood out though was an early memento that my grandfather had kept it was the first brochure for the cave system if not for the scribbled red circle on the map it may have been worth something i spent an entire day okay i'm sure they're gonna come back to the to the cave map but it's funny to be like amidst everything i found a map of a cave with the x marks the spot on it yeah i decided that probably was useless so i kept looking for other there's a giant x on there's a giant x with a crossbone and in a giant uh ship it's like just basically just doing the goonies it's like yep nine nine 12 year olds just ran by with their disfigured six foot tall friend i'm sure that's totally normal i'm sure that's fine what what's this there's a note on the back that says this circle will lead to the secrets to stopping the vampires yeah that probably means nothing he probably was just saying that unrelated on the door to the front of the business there was a post-it note that read goonies never die and then oh what's this on the other side of the brochure that you may encounter the goonies but more importantly this is the secret to stopping the vampires i doubt it and saving your sister i doubt it i don't i don't like that i'm gonna do something else now i'm gonna go let's do other things i'm gonna go clean blood instead maybe if i look at these heaps long enough that'll give me a clue i spent an entire day sifting through the dirt in the space below their room oh my i was right literally i'm gonna go look at the heaps of dirt and that'll i'll figure that out the soft earth that filled their mounds was starting to change with the exception of what i assume was the teenage boys the dark earth and mounds were starting to dry and crumble the boy spot was still dark with a fresh dampness about it though it grew more dry and brittle with every passing day salty crystalline rocks placed near each mound seemed to draw out whatever moisture was in the dirt drying it into a dead useless dust the crystals themselves were not unique nor rare by any means they were the same ones that lined the ceiling and floors in the deepest chambers of the caverns i remembered them from my childhood visits i felt a strange longing to return there i needed to uncover its secrets yeah kind of like how your grandfather left But not that.

1:41:42But not that. Not the pirate ship or the treasure map. I don't like that. I don't like that secret. I'm going to find other ones. I don't want to be there. Well, we got to remember this is a woman that is now complicit in the murder of Bill. Just left him. Bill was going to die anyways. She made the good call. She saw him behind the curtain and was like, I don't like this. I don't like you. and I don't like that I need to do something about this. So bye-bye. Give me the shower curtain to wipe my prints away. You're going to die, Bill. You're going to die, Bill. You're dead. I decided you're dead, Bill.

1:42:17Goodbye, Bill. I don't like this. I don't like that I need to do this. I needed to uncover its secrets. While they had been closed for almost a year now, there was still a park ranger named Graham who remained on the premises. He would sometimes stop by for some of our old free lobby coffee, always overpaying. he joked that we were the only coffee shop in town which was partially true i hadn't seen him in a few months but his truck would pass regularly as he would survey the outlying grounds i could tell he was bored and i thought that i could manipulate that into an eagerness to help me i called ahead but the line went straight through to an automated recording an apology to potential visitors about the indefinite closure with little else to do i I made some coffee and filled a thermos for him.

1:43:02I drove down to the closed lot and parked just outside the locked fence. I could see his truck parked inside, so I knew he was there. He saw me arriving on the security camera, so he was already greeting me with a wave as I crossed the closed parking lot. Afternoon, Graham. What brings you down here? Research? When was the last time you made it here? Years. My folks were still around. Ah, there's a lot to see. The remodel finished right before the shutdown, and I've been dying to show somebody around. So I'm glad you're here. I gave him the coffee and his eyes went wide. He stopped coming by after I closed up shop so I could tell he was grateful to have one last cup.

1:43:40We walked into the dimly lit lobby, potent with the smell of new carpet and fresh paint. Wait here while I go turn everything on. He said, clearly excited. I stood in the darkness for almost a minute before the lights came on with the quiet hum of electric life. The lobby was filled with media displays of the cavern's history. There were photos and stories of opening day with updates for each anniversary. As I waited for Graham to return, I studied the older photos behind the glass case nearest to me. Suddenly, the hairs on my neck stood straight. I swore I could feel someone watching me. It was only then that I noticed his gaze staring back from one particularly old photograph.

1:44:21In it, a familiar figure stood at the center of a group of visitors looking back at me. It was the old man from the family. It was as if he were somehow staring at me through the photo His eyes locked on the lens of the camera And in turn on me It was hard to discern his age in that old faded photo But he looked very much the same as he did today The only difference was that instead of his usual grey suit He was wearing a park ranger uniform Ah, you've met Jerry? Jerry? I mean, we don't actually know his name But we all call him Jerry He was one of the first rangers to work at the park. Him and his colleagues were responsible for a lot of the early mapping of the cave system.

1:45:02This photo and a bunch of other stuff was found locked in an old utility closet. Didn't even know it existed because that particular cave was closed off. Check it out. He said, leading me over to the millistrated map covering the entire wall. He pointed to a blank spot on the map. Found it right there, actually. I brought my grandfather's old brochure, so I pulled it out to compare to the current map. The blank tunnel he was pointed to still existed on my grandfather's map. Yeah, they left out a few of the trickier spots on the new maps. They didn't want to entice explorers into places they maybe couldn't have made it out of.

1:45:36May not get out of? Yeah, steep inclines, drop-offs, or just plain tight squeezes. They left those spots off and the map you see today is just the safest, what we call, I mean, vanilla trails. I showed him the red circle at the end of a pathway that they decided to omit in the modern map. Any idea why that's circled? Looks like the gulch, or at least whatever's past it. What's past it, and what is the gulch? Not much to tell. It's one of the steepest descents and is almost impassable without gear or ladder. Which is a shame, really. I hear it's the most beautiful places in the system. It's got a unique vein of stalagmites.

1:46:13Like this? I said, pulling the crystalline rock from my pocket. You're showing me a federal offense. I hope you know that. What? What? You are literally showing me plundered goods. Where'd you even get it? My grandfather's collection. They were a little more willy-nilly with the rules back then. Everybody was taking tokens and souvenirs, and before the Tucker boy, they kind of let people just roam around. He said, pointed at a photo of a well-dressed folks climbing a dangerous rock formation. What happened to the Tucker boy? No clue. That was the problem. They looked for him for a few weeks. He was visiting with his wife and son and went missing.

1:46:49Well, right around the gulch, actually. Which is why it's not on the map. He said with another educational chuckle. I thought you said he was a boy. Eighteen. But he was married with a son. Times were different back then. Graham walked over to another glass case away from the main display. They've talked about taking this down for renovation. I mean, it is a little dark. He said, pointing at a display of old missing persons photos spanning the decades of the park's operations. I had no idea. That's him right there, Mr. Tucker himself. he said pointing at a class photo of a face i knew all too well the teenage boy from the family stared back younger and happier yeah so teenage boy becomes the first vampire he had a young kid he goes back and finds his son years later after his son's now older than he was when he went missing turns him into a vampire so the man in the family's father is physically younger than himself yeah I was transfect yeah I believe that's right ma 'am yes I do believe that's where the vampiric abominations come from from the Gulch itself but whatever your grandfather circled on that map I don't like it you shouldn't do that you shouldn't go over there goonies never die once again a little confused why the goonies keep coming up in my grandfather's treasure map references but I don't like it anyway so I'm not We should find a pirate boat.

1:48:16Once again, I think this is a story about vampires. I don't think that really applies to what we're doing here, but I don't like it. I was transfixed, but Graham was already moving on. Listen, I got nothing on the docket today, so if you want, I can take you close to the gulch. I just got to get some lights. He said already on his way to get the back room. As I waited for his return, I made my way to the elevators that would bring us down into the caverns. The gift shop was located just across from them So it would be the first thing visitors would see when they resurfaced Cheesy t-shirts, postcards, and other junk were crammed into the small space The entire shop seemed to be designed to frame a bookshelf Filled entirely with copies of a history book about the caverns Curious, I opened the book and flipped through the first few pages It was as if the old man were haunting me through time itself Again, his blank stare caught my eyes immediately looking out from a full page photograph of a staff photo inside the largest chamber of the caverns it was labeled as october 23rd 1924 one year after opening day even in his friendly park ranger uniform his presence was so chilling that i almost missed her the park service began with teddy roosevelt right i believe so which was yeah it would have been around 20s that's the right time period yeah 20s not late 1910 20s yeah that's correct uh and also the 20s were when like everyone got cave fever people would find caves on their property and charge money to go into it and like people would just die stuck in there somewhere and be like well we probably shouldn't do that again holding the hand of the old man was the teenage girl she looked very much the same but thinner more gaunt my attention was suddenly stolen by the cluttered clank of graham approaching with this gear.

1:50:00Did he have a daughter? My ass pointed at the photo of the old man. Graham leaned over to give a half-involved glance. Like I said, we don't have a nosural name. He then walked over and hit the button for the elevator. His excitement was doing nothing to soften my growing anxiety over the photographs. The ride down took longer than I remembered and my ears popped from the pressure change as we descended deep underground. As soon as the elevator doors opened into the first chamber, Graham disappeared into the darkness wait here you should never see gram again no shit just the boy well uh i guess i'll i don't like that so i'm gonna leave now no it would be in her character for gram to come back bloodied like please help you should shut the door i'm gonna go up now i don't like this i followed but stopped right outside the elevator the dim emergency lights casting haunting shadows across the cavern walls there's just enough light for gram to navigate without his flashlight i could hear nothing but his footsteps in the muffled silence of the stale cavern air when he reached his destination his footsteps ceased and the silence settled in to my right i heard a distant flutter and what i thought was a faint screech loud mechanical click signaled the lights turning on and filling even the deepest corners of the cavern with comforting light gram returned and with a wave he ushered me to follow him all right let's start this private tour he said heading right in the direction of the eerie sounds i just heard there's no creaky plumbing down here is there i asked remembering the sink in the old house nope all creaky sounds are natural cave occurrences he joked i hope i followed him anyway this this isn't creaky plumbing right because i heard that in the house before i left a guy to die um and it turns out wasn't even the creek it was just him moaning, Baina.

1:51:52I have to go back and clean blood. Yeah, if you die, can you not let me hear it? Thank you. If you die, don't worry. I'll clean up your blood. I wouldn't like that. I'll clean up. I won't be here when it happens or try to help, but I'll clean up the blood. The walk through the main chambers and less traveled past was long and filled mostly with small talk. Graham lamented on the fact that reopening wasn't guaranteed, despite the money they spent on the remodel he truly loved the caverns and couldn't see himself doing anything else people would die for this gig it's the cream de la creme of park service post i realize how lucky i am i do have it he said with a tinge of real sadness it became obvious that we were reaching the end of the modern map because the lights started to stagger more with longer distance between each light fixtures themselves were older than the rest and some were entirely out creating breaks of darkness in the already dim cavern.

1:52:49Each time we reached an old iron gate, he would search a massive key ring for the one out of the dozen keys that would open it. Eventually the lights no longer lit our way and he switched on the lamps and handed me a helmet. I probably should have given you this earlier, but these low ceilings make it a necessity. Now I remember it reminds me of that scene in Ted, the caver where he just slams his head on the roof and horrible. That sucks. So bad. Yeah. every time I think about low hanging ceilings I think about that scene the description of like I feel like the pain through my body and the light goes out and I'm crawling and everything hurts anything about a dog just being dragged into a cave with a demon you know it's I made myself jump for a second because the way I have the camera angled my deer skull is behind me and the night visions posed in such a way that it reflects the lights from the camera, which is a cool effect.

1:53:46But when I looked at my camera for a second, it looked like it was standing behind me. Did it like that? Is that your impression of me screaming? Me being afraid? I just, oh God. I do. Okay. I followed behind in a half crotch as he pointed out interesting geological sites that had been hidden from the public for decades. I noticed that some of the cave walls were starting to display the same dark red and blue mineral veins as the crystals I'd collected from their chamber. What's that? Pointing to the room carvings I recognized from the room below the motel. No idea what it says. Old timey graffiti, I guess.

1:54:27It's the park guy that he's like, I don't know, something that the Mayans made up? I don't fucking know. Look at this stalactite. As the ceilings and walls seem to close in around us with each step, warm air seemed thicker as well. I felt as though it was getting difficult to breathe and my back was stretching to ache from the unnatural posture. Graham must have sensed my discomfort. It opens up a little bit further ahead. We're almost there. He was right. And as soon as we reached the next chamber, the air seemed to grow colder as well. The floor that had until now been paved with a gripping cement had given way to the cavern's natural floor, a slippery surface that felt very much like sandstone.

1:55:06I present the Gulch. He said while grabbing hold of my jacket to prevent me from passing him. He switched on a very bright lantern and lit up the enormous room. My breath left my lungs as I noticed why he had grabbed a hold of me. The steep drop-off was only a few feet ahead, and it was more of a cliff than an incline. It dropped down maybe 20 or 30 feet into a lower tunnel that led into further darkness. How do we get down? We don't. Tour stops here. If we so much as sprained an ankle, were pretty much done for. No cell service, nobody knows we're here, nobody will come looking for weeks. That level of irresponsibility would cost me my job.

1:55:45But his adherence to the rules went out the door when he heard the haunting sound. A faint cry echoed out from the darkness past the gulch. Do bats make it down this far? I watched his mind wrestle with the possibilities as he shook his head slowly. Then what was that? He turned to me, his eyes wide and afraid. He shook his head again. As my own voice echoed down the cavernous path ahead, the sound ceased as if hearing me. In those brief moments of silence, when we still shared a doubt that we had heard anything at all, I could feel him pull my jacket to lead me back out. But then we heard it.

1:56:26You were dead. I passed a voice from the distant darkness. It sounded like an echo without a voice to reflect. I could feel Graham's body tense and stiff and with the acceptance that what we heard was very real not from our own imaginations what have you brought me I don't think that's the truth what have you brought me his nose for R2 down here that's kind of the vibe right the old man I don't think it's the old man what have you brought me if it's the old man you know what have fun with it why not what have you brought me in my chamber of slumber no no now you're now you're ad-libbing that's not that's not the work of the net yeah yeah that's not in the story written on the page

1:57:28it called out vulnerable and afraid nobody should be down there how did how did you get down there gram asked as if he wanted an answer for himself and not the ghostly voice below there was a moment where neither spoke as if both of them were working on what to say next please help wow what a change well look read it it said the voice now small and almost childlike more vulnerable than before but it's the same voice whatever I'm a park ranger I can help you he said and I realized that it was now me holding on to his jacket trying to hold him back stay where you are he called out to the childlike voice in the darkness he turned to me with a look of defeat or unwanted heroism we have to help do we if there's one thing I know about her she does not want to help just let him die it's not a big deal we'll clean up the blood later someone's down there I don't like that I don't like that they're down there let's go somewhere else now she should be like to save Graham she should be like hey so I should have told you this earlier there's vampires they're very real and I think they're in this cave I asked as he moved past me to an old metal utility trunk just to the right of the room.

1:58:48As he struggled to find the key that opened the trunk, I peered into the darkness looking for any side of movement. For a moment, I thought I saw a small pale form move just beyond the edge of the shadows, but my attention was soon taken by the metal groan of the trunk opening. Graham pulled out a rope ladder that attached to the side of the already secured trunk and dropped it below. The ladder unraveled along the steep incline all the way to the floor. I bet you can. Please come and help me. The childlike voice said, slowly losing all emotion. The urgency replaced with a calm sense of command.

1:59:22I followed after Graham as he descended... Why? I followed after Graham as he descended down the ladder. As my hands grazed the coarse granular texture of the cavern wall, it felt as if the moisture was drawn from my skin. With each labored step down, the cold air stung my lungs. By the time I reached the bottom, Graham was already halfway across the gulch with the lantern held high. Somehow, the light seemed to still stop at the edge of the shadowy darkness ahead. How did you get down here? He asked, walking slowly towards the darkness ahead. I've always been loved here. Said the voice, its childlike essence giving way to a frightening growl.

2:00:03At the edge of the darkness, Graham stopped to adjust the lamp, doing everything he could to cast more light towards the unseen voice. With his attention on the lamp, Graham didn't even see it coming. He had no time to react. A pale white figure emerged from the darkness and skittered across the cavern floor. Grabbed Graham by the ankles and pulled him to the ground. The lantern shattered on impact. I stood there frozen at the bottom of the ladder, my own light only casting a few feet in front of me. Graham? Run! He responded in a gurgled gasping moan. You want to try a gurgled gasping moan? What would that sound like from you?

2:00:45That was good. I like that. So I climbed. It's one-eyed willy. And then even further down the cavern, you just hear, Goonies never die. And then you hear a fucking sloth. You're like,

2:01:07I climb faster than I thought you had.

2:01:13Ruth? Baby Ruth?

2:01:20Holy fuck. There is a mutated man with a Superman jacket down here.

2:01:32Like, totally get me the fuck out of this cave.

2:01:40Goonies never die!

2:01:50I like how you're so committed to the bit. It's kind of fucking horrifying if you think about it. That they just show up down in the cave. I bet the I bet the pirate ship's this way Seriously Get me the fuck out of here Why would Dracula be scared by them Because it's the fucking goonies And they have Sloth a seven foot tall disabled man Who's just like

2:02:21Sloth likes to eat rocks And he's just like eating the walls around him They're totally closing in on me Please help me Ruth Baby Ruth

2:02:36Imagine Nosefra is sitting there and he turns around He's like I'm totally hiding Right now I cannot let the groomers find me He turns around And there's Chunk and he has his shirt up And he just starts doing the trouble shuffle Oh my god Help me Ballet's all moving and stuff What is this magic? It's the travel shuffle Goonies never die

2:03:19I climbed faster than I thought possible.

2:03:26i climbed faster than i thought possible skipping rungs with each aching pull as my muscles worked on instinct and adrenaline i could hear the cold wet pattern of naked flesh hitting the cavern floor as the figure raced towards me when i reached the top of the ladder i glanced back to see the figure pulling itself across the floor with an unnatural speed as i turned to pull the ladder up, my light cast just far enough to reach the bottom of the gulch. A withered claw-like hand covered in bright red blood reached out and grabbed the bottom rung. It pulled with an inhuman strength. I braced myself and pulled back.

2:04:03I could hear its other hand clawing at the sandpaper-like surface of the cavern wall, struggling to gain footing. I looked to my right into the open utility truck. Sitting atop a coil of rope and other gear was a silver-coated pickaxe. As I felt myself teetering on the edge of falling, I let go of the rope. I grabbed the pickaxe, and in one fluid motion, I swung hard, severing one side of the rope ladder. But still, it climbed. The shriveled torso of a ghost white child covered in Graham's blood. It looked up from below with soulless black eyes. There was no fear, only hunger. From its waist hung long strips of withered flesh and mangled bone, what I assume were once its legs.

2:04:44The creature made it halfway up the ladder before I swung again. Fraying the remaining side of the rope, the creature did not slow, undeterred by my pickaxe. My mind raced as I considered my next swing, the rope or the creature. I wasn't sure if the next blow would cut the rope, but I was even less sure that I could kill whatever it was that was climbing. I swung. The rope snapped and the ladder fell below. The creature slid back down the incline, hitting the bottom with a sickening wet thud. I waited with bated breath as I listened for movement. I called out hopelessly into the darkness. Graham?

2:05:19I swallowed hard and held my lantern over the edge. As the shadows crept back, they revealed the creature below. I expected a crumbled broken mess from the fall, but instead, there it was staring up at me, unfazed. Though its resemblance to a human was slight, I could see the aspects of the family and its emotionless stare and pale, waxy skin beneath wet red blood. The naked figure was child-sized, but its limbs and features were distorted. Odd and long. Its bulbous, veiny head held two bulging black eyes with thin lips that barely restrained sharp, jagged teeth. It looked as though it may have been human at one time, but its form now was nothing more than a legless, emaciated ghoul with dry and withered skin.

2:06:04Its few remaining strands of hair were matted down with wet blood. Will you please help me out? Why are you down here? They took my legs and left me to a ground. It said with the shark-like eyes locked on mine. Who? I gave her the gift, but she found on me. I can give you the gift too, if you help me up. How? I will drink from you and you will drink from me. And when you slumber beneath the salted earth, it will leach out the very essence of death from your being. We can live here together, forever. But each night we will follow here, and we will die beneath the crystalline earth. Only the wicked might revive by these salt and soils.

2:06:59Said, digging its claws into a patch of loose, gravelly sand. My fingers tied around the pickaxe. What is stopping you from killing me once I help you? Soulhood. Eternity is meaningless if you are alone. What about Graham? Can you bring him back? He is not worthy of the gift. You must choose it. He is nothing more than a meal, sustenance after a famine. But you, I can smell the gift on you. You know of my children. You know what it means. If they hear your children, why are you here? She accepted the gift. I lived here for years, praying a new week that wandered into her realm. And then it arrived and stole her attention from me.

2:07:57When she gave him the gift, he convinced her to leave our home. When I refused to let her go, he took my legs and then left me down there to starve. But as I said, death does not come easy down here. Not for us. If I help you, can you make me like you? Yes. I looked down at the silver axe in my hands. I thought back to the silver-tipped bullets in my grandfather's box. He must have known. The pickaxe was here for a reason, coated in shimmering silver. I knew what I had to do. Tied off the coiled rope in the box and dropped it down. Creature quickly grabbed hold and pulled itself up, one clawed hand over the other.

2:08:46Climbed as its mangled lower half dangled below. Stepped back and readied myself. As the creature crested the incline and pulled itself onto my level, I raised the pickaxe high over my head. Quickly, I brought it down on the creature's skull with a sickening crunch. I let go and the blood-covered ghoul fell forward onto the ground in front of me. Slowly, it turned its head and the black expressionless eyes locked on mine. Silly. Silver slows but cannot kill us. It smiled bearing its rows of sharp teeth. As it wrapped its sickeningly long fingers around the handle of the axe, I reached into my pocket.

2:09:26I pulled at the handle, trying to free the pickaxe from its head, too confused on what was in my hand. I lurched forward with the only weapon I had left, a sharp crystalline rock. But the creature was fast and swiped at my feet with an incredible quickness, just as it did with Graham. I fell backwards hard and hit my head on the rocks, but the helmet saved me from an almost certain concussion, or worse. I was still woozy when the creature climbed on top of me, the pickaxe still embedded in its skull. With one arm, I fought it back, holding it by the neck. With the other, I grabbed the crystalline rock.

2:09:59With its face only inches from mine, I closed my eyes and plunged it into the creature's chest. Almost immediately, the skin around the puncture withered and cracked as the rock leeched the life from the creature. I pushed it off me and crawled backwards. The creature's blank stare gave way to true horror as it looked down at the fatal piercing blow. Confused, its hands weakly clawed at the embedded stone. I stood up and removed the axe from its skull. Again, I raised it high and then brought it down hard. This time the skull collapsed beneath the blow. Its flesh crumbled into decay until nothing but dust and blood set before me, soaking into a sludgy mess.

2:10:34So stabbing it with the crystal is like the kill shot. Yeah. It seems. Also, all the stuff that the vampire was saying. So the family abandoned them. He seems to be the original. Yeah. That led to them. Which is also why. well as you say is which is why uh the girls also like they're gonna put me in the cave which that's the case i think the the fucking creature would kill him would kill the little girl yeah yeah probably they're gonna put me back in the cave where where the whole family came from where this started from um also i didn't think about till just now but the whole vampire thing reminded me so when the boy the teenage boy who's actually the father showed up at the house after she said that she was going to sell the hotel.

2:11:27I guess the only reason he didn't kill her instead of Bill or whatever was because of... She ate the garlic, right? That had to be why that detail came up. I'm guessing so. Because otherwise it would just kill and ate her that night. I think so, yeah. Because she was useless to them now. Confident that I had ended this ancient evil, I pushed curdled blood and mudded flesh into the gulch below. I then used the rope to climb back down into the gulch I'm willing to take the creature's word that Graham was gone Wow, this is big character development for her No shit Just checking to see if the guy's alive As I stepped into the darkness, the ground squished beneath me I directed the light to my feet and the massive amounts of blood that surrounded them I found Graham only a few feet into the darkness His body was cold, but I could have sworn I still felt a pulse blood oozed from large gashes in his throat stomach and arms still I had to try he was heavy but I managed to drag him all the way back to the rope it was only then that I had the realization that there was no way I could get him out not on my own by the time I could find help he would surely be dead and if he were dead I would have to explain why she's about to leave him again oh yeah I swear I can feel a pulse well that'll take effort so I don't like that I need to do something so bye.

2:12:48Have fun, Graham. The creature that inflicted his wounds was nothing more than blood-soaked dust, which made for a poor explanation. They'd ask how I found him, what happened, and how he could have lost so much blood without a jagged rock in sight. I stood there watching his blood slowly ooze out into the grainy sand beneath, mixing with the discolored sludge of the creature that had killed him. She thinks about covering her tracks a lot, doesn't she, when people are dying? It's a little suspicious. She's Goonie material.

2:13:20I made peace was my only viable option. I'm sure you did. I would leave him here and hope that by the time they found him, it would look like he fell down.

2:13:35Covering the track seems so unnecessary for this story. It's like, you really don't, you could just try to help him. I didn't want my friend to stay here forever, but just long enough to not incriminate me with defensive wounds. I knew that he would understand. Aren't you on the security cameras showing up? No. I erased those. Okay. I don't like cameras, so I don't think about them. We both witnessed an unnatural evil, and there was no way anybody else would believe it, not without evidence. I pulled my crystalline stone from the bloody muck and stuffed it back into my pocket. After I said goodbye to Graham, it took me hours to find my way back out of the caverns.

2:14:15Back in the gift shop, I cleaned myself up and did my best to remove any evidence I had visited. I even returned the helmet to the wreck after wiping away any trace of blood. I was tired and weak by the time I stumbled outside into the night. Drove home in a daze and barely remembered crawling into bed. The days that followed were heavy with guilt and sorrow. Graham lost his life because of my foolish actions, and even though it meant the evil down there was finally gone, I couldn't help but wish it was me instead of Graham that was still down there, rotting, waiting to be found. On the third day after the events in the cavern, I was awoken mid-afternoon by a knocking at the office door.

2:14:54I expected to open it to a weary traveler, but instead, I found myself face-to-face with the sheriff. He lowered his sunglasses and cut right to the point. Mind if I come inside? I got questions. I have a feeling you might know something. Sure. I let him inside the office, and he made his way over to the check-in desk, pulled out a tablet from under his jacket and set it down you're familiar with Ranger Graham Nillis I glanced at the coffee counter in the lobby and nodded you were there with him on Thursday correct? yes as if I'd already admitted to it I with him there she is so bad at this she thinks about covering her tracks all the time but she does that you said there were cameras that you walked in on okay The sheriff turned on the tablet and as he navigated it, he said, We have CCTV footage of showing you at the caverns visit a center.

2:15:51Uh, what? Is that like a cave? It's probably a mix up. Well, officer, I don't like that. So can you get rid of it? No, I don't. I don't think. I don't think I don't think I like cameras. So maybe you want someone else. Not me. Maybe. For I could even answer. The video was already playing. I watched myself walking across the parking lot and waving to his smile and still living Graham I brought him coffee used to come in often but it had been a while so I stopped by is he okay

2:16:27that's the second time someone's disappeared or died and she's like did he die something happened she's kind of a horrible person to be completely fair yeah the sheriff cocked his head to the side questioning me just coffee my brain seemed to shut down overloaded with the possibilities of what he knew why he was there and why he hadn't arrested me yet well he showed me around the renovations he nodded accepting my answer gotcha gotcha he said already navigating to another video is there a problem did he get in trouble well there's a problem not it's rotting body not not that you did anything wrong he said in an almost apologetic manner he could sense my discomfort and cleared his throat before he hit play on the video he explained did he mention anything strange when you met do you seem afraid of anybody or anything oh So after you left, he missed his rounds.

2:17:41We believe he slept in the center that evening, which isn't illegal. He has late nights and early days. I get it. But when he did emerge later that night, well. Oh, I see. So he's a vampire. Yeah. I watched the grainy video fast forward until the door to the center open. The sheriff then slowed the video and I watched his gram staggered out of the visitor center. Still alive. It'd be really funny if he wasn't a vampire and he just lived down there.

2:18:16I bit my tongue to hide my surprise. Notice that he's possibly impaired.

2:18:26His whole neck's ripped open. He's covered in blood. And the sheriff's like, he might have a boo-boo. He might have a slight laceration. he said pointing to Graham as he stumbled across the parking lot we think he may have hit his head while I don't know is he okay without answering my question he asked another do you recognize this car I watched as a familiar old station wagon pulled into the parking lot I was too shocked to answer the family had returned almost four years too early I watched as they pounced on Graham but they did not hurt him Instead they dragged him to the bed of his own truck And tied him down at the ankles and wrists His arms and legs were splayed out To each corner of the bed The two men holding each arm While the middle aged woman and older woman Held his legs Teenage girl just stood there watching him And even though the footage was grainy I swear I could see somebody else Watching from the car window My sister Hold on, you don't need to see this He stumbled trying to end the video, but instead fast forwarding it.

2:19:37I watched as the family got back in their car and left leaving Graham exposed in his truck. I watched as the sun crept across the parking lot as it rose above the trees. I watched his body ignite the moment the sunrise reached his foot. I watched it burn him slowly from his feet all the way to his head until there was nothing more than a charred corpse. I watched my friend die a second time. So it seems that anyone they kill becomes a vampire, but they don't want everyone to be in the family, so they kill them again. I guarantee you that's where all the ash inside of the hotel room comes from then.

2:20:13Yeah, definitely. Yeah. I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have seen that. He stuttered, finally just powering down the tablet. There was a moment of silence as he let me process a horrific murder I just witnessed. We believe they doused him in an unknown accelerant. We're not sure how, but they burned him alive. Just like the young man we found in Henley's truck. We just want to know why. Do you recognize them? I shook my head in disbelief. We don't know who they are, but we feel they may be responsible for both deaths. Felt my head spin and asked to sit down, realizing that I just witnessed my friend's death.

2:20:51You already realized that. The sheriff eased up on the questions that tried to soften the situation. He offered me his card and told me to call him if I remembered anything. He left me there on the couch in the lobby, reeling from the realization that I no longer had four years to figure it out. They were already here. That means they would be checking in sooner than later. Couldn't help but feel that somehow they knew what I'd done. I needed to come up with a plan to keep myself safe and somehow free my sister from their grasp, but instead all I could do is replay the last words the sheriff said before I completely shut down.

2:21:25He had pointed again to the frozen frame of the old man, the old woman, the middle-aged couple, and the teenage girl, and asked, Have you ever rented a room to this family? I lied and told them. No. End of part four. Bum, bum, bum. Now we go to part five. Part five. Part five. Say, you don't recall renting this room to a Mesopotamian wind demon, do you? No, just checking. All right. No. I don't know. You want to come by the station? It gets lonely at night I could use somebody to keep me company I don't know I'll clean up blood That's what I like to hear Perfect Perfect Family was coming and there was no way I could escape Not without my sister Unwilling to die in my bed I decided to wait for them in the office Just as I always had The revolver rested neatly on my lap and the coffee pot brewed in the corner.

2:22:28I considered collecting the crystalline rocks beneath the room to fashion some sort of weapon, but I feared they would notice their absence and act before I could. I still had the one that ended the ravenous fiend in the caverns, but there was no way I could dispatch all of them in the same manner. Not like that. They were never alone. So I sat in the office, plotting their demise and fighting the overwhelming urge to sleep. It was some time after midnight when they arrived. Despite the unlit vacancy sign in the empty parking lot, they pulled in as they always did, parking right outside their room.

2:22:57The middle-aged man was the first to exit the car. Rushing to the door was a restrained urgency. The middle-aged woman followed him behind. When they found it locked, both stood at the door. In unison, they turned towards the old man as he stepped out of the car. There he was, the park ranger from the photos, with the same haunting stare. The three exchanged knowing glances, then turned their attention to the office, to me. I gripped the revolver tight and watched as the old man opened the back door of the station wagon. When he stepped aside, a dark figure emerged. For a moment, she appeared as a walking shadow, devoid of light.

2:23:34The truth was more horrifying than that. The teenage girl, covered head to toe in fresh blood, stepped into the parking lot of my motel. On the other side of the car, the old woman emerged. The teenage girl stood facing my direction for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for something. I realized all of them were looking directly at me. The teenage girl moved first. She turned back to the car and reached inside. When she turned back to me, she was holding my sister. It was the way that she held her in her blood-soaked arms that held us was a threat. The old man broke from the group and walked towards the office.

2:24:09Behind them, they all stared. I took a deep breath and readied myself for what I had to do. As he approached, he glanced up at the old sign that hung above. You're always welcome. He grabbed the knob and turned it, and when he opened the door, he smiled. It was the same fake smile I'd seen a hundred times. He then removed his hat and entered. Hello. Will you light our window room, please? He sat there in disarmed shock. I was unsure of what to do next, but my instincts took over for me. Okay. I said, surprised even myself. I turned to grab the key hanging behind my desk and once again got a glimpse of the teenage girl.

2:24:48Her eyes were still locked on me and my sister was still gripped tightly in her arms. Here you go. He took the key with a polite nod and walked casually out of the office. I watched him join the family and head directly to the room with an unnerving sense of normalcy. He opened the door and entered. The rest followed in a straight line, except for the teenage girl. She put down my sister, who then ran into the unlit room behind the others. Teenage girl remained. She watched me through the window with an unnerving gaze. I only looked away for a moment, but it was long enough for her to disappear.

2:25:21Immediately, I reached for the phone. I had lied for too long and brought pain and despair to everyone around me. I pulled the sheriff's card from my pocket and dialed, picked up after one ring. Sheriff. Ah, you again. Did you have it, remember? They're here. There was a moment of silence. The hotel? Nope. Yeah. Same room. The line went dead. I dialed again. No answer. She's like, I know. I'll get a third male figure killed in the store. I know a way to get a third guy dead. I want innocent blood to clean up. I'm not going to say anything. I'm not going to give him any information about vampires or monsters.

2:26:05I'm going to tell him where they are, and he's going to walk in like a lamb to the slaughter. Uh-oh. I gathered my thoughts and tried to work out a plan. I had to figure out a way to separate them from my sister. Maybe if they're eating the sheriff, I can get to her. I needed to get her alone so that we could escape together. Monster or not, she was still my only family. I'd only gotten as far in my plan as I need to get her alone when I heard the car approach. The red and blue lights flashed in the distance as the cruiser approached at high speed. However, the moment he hit the parking lot, he killed the lights and slowed to a crawl.

2:26:38I watched him park too close to the family station wagon Then again, he was the only other vehicle in the parking lot There was nowhere to hide I went to the door, revolver in hand And peered out through the window next to it With one hand on the knob, I waited for him Again, he stayed in his car for an uncomfortably long time A sense of urgency seemingly lost I then realized he was probably calling in support But I thought wrong Instead, he opened the door And with a casual saunter, made his way to the family's room No! she she she keeps starting scenarios and they're just watching them play out in front of her she may be the most prolific serial killer of our generation she's one of the most prolific killers we've ever seen in a story I opened the door to warn him yeah great timing but before I could get out a word he knocked he waited then opened the door himself and went inside terrified i wanted nothing more than to go back inside the office but it was foolish to think anywhere was safe i stepped outside with my gun in my hand and crept towards the room i lingered back by the cars listening for any sign of a struggle minutes later that sign came in the form of six gunshots bang bang bang bang bang bang they were followed by silence i ran but not in the direction i expected i ran towards the room six shots for six members of the family foolishly I'd hope he missed the last one I pushed open the door and stumbled inside what I found was not the heroic scene of a small town lawman standing over slain demons but instead he was lying at the corner of the room bleeding profusely from the gut as I said you sent him into the lion's den most prolific serial killer of our generation There is a family of vampires that you have seen.

2:28:36They came across another vampire and in a gang ritual fashion, tied him to the back of his own truck to immolate. And now you sent this poor sheriff who can't figure out how to pause an iPad. You sent that guy straight into the mouth of the beast. and then you hear gunshots and you're like maybe he did it maybe he's okay maybe it was a the one told me explicitly silver only slows us but maybe lead kills them sure sweetie whatever you want it's your it's your world we're just living in it as i stepped into the room the family gently pushed me aside as they walked calmly out of the room they paid no notice to the revolver dangling at my side the old man tipped his hat and flashed that fake smile as he passed as if there were nothing out of the ordinary where are you going you can't leave now the sheriff shouted through the blood boiling in his mouth blam fired the gun again straight into his own stuff what what straight into his own stomach oh i see wait now you have to turn me you have to turn me now oh whoa Oh, okay.

2:29:59I didn't see that coming. I thought maybe the, the sheriff had something to do with vampire hunters. Maybe you would be in the know until he showed her the video of the immolation. I'm like, well, if he was a vampire hunter, he wouldn't expose that to someone he didn't think was in on it. But this is an interesting turn. Okay. He shouted him with each word. The exertion push oozing blood from his wounds. The older woman ignored him as she collected her earrings from the side table and walked out the door followed by the teenage girl now cleaned of blood and changed into a modest dress neither acknowledging the dying man in the corner I covered up everything you owe me this interesting so just like her parents were working with the vampires so that they would keep their daughter alive he was he was covering up stuff so that cool and with that the door shut behind them leaving me standing in the cursed room with this dying man Did you shoot yourself?

2:30:59Frustrated, he waved the gun wildly His blood seeped from his nose, mouth, and multiple bullet holes Seemed like a good idea at the time I know they need me, but I guess I miscalculated how much Looked down at this dying man and couldn't help but feel vindicated by my mistrust Be it the whole time calling the ambulance, would you?

2:31:28that's just a funny line um i pulled out my phone a look of momentary relief flashed across his face i started to dial but then stopped wait a minute is this an opportunity to let another guy die in front of me that's three for three of like indirectly leading to the death of someone by just watching it that is insane what do you mean they need you i asked my finger hovering over the send button. Frantic worry set in as he realized why he hesitated. Oh, cut the shit! We both know what they are. You don't have to lie anymore. You help me find them. We both want the same thing, you and I. I don't think so.

2:32:11What did you get for them? Really? Did you ever wonder what happened to the bodies once they were done with them? The ones they didn't leave on the side of the road for me to handle? Shook my head. It's your property. It's big, but not that big. he said realizing that i didn't know where i asked thinking about all the off-limit places my father restricted us from dangerous sinkholes the old septic tank the open caves wait there's open caves on her property i guess my parents would never your parents maybe but the old couple that ran this place did every damn thing they were asked and look what it got them oh your parents maybe but the couple that ran this place interesting i shook my head tears well into my eyes they got them their little girl back interesting okay so this is a fun turn this is fun like i was enjoying the story but this like there's a conspiracy and the thought and the family was a part of it and her parents were in stuff or her fake parents that's cool i stood over the dying man my whole world coming down around me i knew the answers but i was still not ready for the truth.

2:33:20I looked out in the direction of where the bodies were hidden, as if looking through the wall itself, searching for them. Deceptic. But you don't want to see that. I realized how close to death he was and hit send on the phone. Don't bother. Even if you drove, I'd only make it to Gillis Road. I don't want your emergency. I tried to answer, but the words wouldn't come, stuck in my mouth with uncertainty. Sheriff shook his head. Sorry, Miss Dial. My apologies. Have a nice night. Do what you will with my body. But without me, they're going to come looking. And when they do, those monsters will be long gone and you'll be left to clean up and take the blame.

2:34:01You should probably have a plan for that. But I didn't do anything. It was all them. It's your property, sort of. Said, pausing as the thoughts slowly came to him. They don't care if you fear them. They're smarter than that. They only care that you fear death. I watched as his life slowly drained from his body. I wanted to hold his hand to comfort him, but my own repulsion of what he had done overrode my empathy. As he faded away, he looked to me in the eyes, muttering one last thing. I remember your parents. What a shame. You should never have been left here with them. His voice trailed off as his eyes glazed over and his heart finally stopped.

2:34:45I rolled him into an old sheet and dragged his body into the cruiser outside. With great effort, I was able to heave his corpse into the back seat, drove it around to the back of the motel, and then returned to clean up the trail of streaks. She loves cleaning up blood. Oh, favorite pastime. Favorite pastime. She's like baseball? The trail of streaks blood. Blood clean up. You guys want to play a game of blood clean up? No. What does that even mean? Vampire friends. They can kill people, then we'll clean the blood. I'm going to hit you in the head with a hammer and I'm going to clean it all up.

2:35:18I'm going to clean you up. I'm going to clean it all up. It's called clean up. To clean the trail of street blood that led from the room to the parking lot. I used buckets of warm water from the shower and scrubbed it clean with an old push broom. It was a poor job, but I didn't have time for perfection. I drove the cruiser along the strange path I had avoided my entire life. my father told me as a child that this place was unsafe and as an adult he further emphasized the danger of it this is where he took old rusted propane tanks that had sat for so long the sulfur smell had faded into a deadly absence this is where he disposed of waste that was unfit for the burn pit this is where he said that if i ever wandered into it would cause everlasting harm at least he was telling the truth about that when i reached the unrecognizable location that i had avoided for years, I stopped the car.

2:36:10I retrieved the large flashlight from the trunk and continued on, looking for any sign of, well, death. I saw the rusted white pane of old propane tanks buried halfway beneath a layer of dirt, fallen leave, and walked in that direction. The smell hit first, the putrid stench of decay that was so thick you could taste it. The ground beneath me seemed to soften as I neared the trench where an old septic tank once was. It was never used and removed some sometime after I was born. It was the remnants of the dream home my father always promised to build for my mother. Instead, they settled into their macabre routine and lived out their lives in the small cottage attached to the motel.

2:36:52I always thought that my sister's death was the reason the dream was abandoned, but it turns out they just found other uses for the plot. As my view crested over the ditch, my mind struggled to comprehend the amount of death that was discarded just a few feet in front of me. bodies in various states of decay most of them were years or decades old stacked without regard to their humanity rotted bodies set atop some bleached bones resting on a thick layer of decayed flesh and on top of it all was poor bill henley his body was almost unrecognizable no longer the strong imposing man that stood outside his truck now he was nothing more than a withered white corpse trained of everything that gave him life small incisions covered his legs arms belly and neck.

2:37:36He was drained of blood and wiped clean. His eyes were now nothing more than deep black sockets. I felt guilt for not warning him but I realized I had a chance to make it right. So, hold on. So Bill wasn't the one that was hanging up in the shower? Yeah, it was him. That was still Bill. That was still, so he went to the house, got the body, brought it back here to dump it. The sheriff did, yeah. Okay, alright, alright. I was about to say that would make four people that she let die. I pulled the sheriff from the back seat and dragged his body to the pit and rolled him down. He landed just next to Bill.

2:38:14I collected the bloody sheet and carried them over to the nearby burned pit, the one my father rarely used. I lit a match and tossed it onto the sheets. As I watched the flames consume and burn the bloody sheets, I laughed at the futility of burning evidence when I had a pit of dead bodies only a few feet away. What was I trying to hide? in the wake of that epiphany i formulated a plan stomped out the burning sheets and smothered the fire i would need those later i returned to the cruiser and siphoned most of the gas from the tank spilling it into a bucket i found nearby i soaked the sheets and any dry wood i could find which wasn't much i then maneuvered the cruiser to the edge of the grave so the headlights would illuminate the rotting mount of death so i walked across the corpses searching for fat soaked clothing or anything that would burn.

2:39:02I could hear the old bones snap and crunch beneath my weight. I listened to the nauseating squish of rotted organs rupturing below. The time I climbed out, the smell of death and gasoline were indistinguishable. Didn't matter though. I knew exactly how I was going to dispatch these horrible, soulless creatures. I knew exactly how I was going to kill these vampires that had haunted me my entire life. These beings that cursed my family's very existence. I was going to bring justice to these people i was going to murder every last one of the family except of course my sister into part five this is the final the final meme final meme final part let's go part six part six part six red blood seeped into the clean white towel sitting where the sheriff took his final breath smelled of rusted iron and musty linen it was an odd feeling to stand in that empty motel room where decades of untold carnage had taken place so close to where i spent my life somehow though still felt like home in all my years of emptying the ashtray and replacing their unused sheets i never lingered for longer than i had to in the back of my mind i believed not always sensed the evil beneath the floorboards but now i had all the time in the world to linger i was waiting for their return it was only an hour or so before sunrise when i heard the familiar rattling shake of their old station wagon pulling into the parking lot.

2:40:27I gathered up the towels, stuffed them into my cleaning cart, and did my best to remain small and invisible when the door opened. The old man was the first to enter. He greeted me with that eerie fake smile. The others followed in after. Pushed my things aside and waited for my chance to exit. Teenage girl entered last, holding the hand of my sister. They continued about their business as if I weren't even there. Most of them headed straight to the bathroom where I heard the trap door open to their lair below. The old man stayed behind and lit up a cigarette and then offered one to the old woman.

2:41:01She turned back from the bathroom and joined him at the table. My sister, on the other hand, immediately turned on the old television. She stood in the center of the room and watched as an old black and white western movie began with a shot of the sunrise. With the older couple paying no attention to me, I leaned in and whispered to my sister. I think you left this. I said, pulling the photo of her and I from my pocket. She broke her gaze from the cowboy on the screen and glanced at the photo. She took it from my hand. I have the other half if you want it, with Mama and Papa in it. I said, looking over at the old woman, it only spared me a passing glance.

2:41:40It lowered my voice even more. I can bring it to you in a few hours. You'll have to wake up early. She glanced at the curtains covering the window and the world outside. I tapped at the backside of the photo. She turned it over. I had written the words, If you are alone, I will protect you. and reading. She nodded. I left and returned to my room. I did my best to sleep for the next few hours, but I was constantly awoken by horribly vivid nightmares that reflected my current maddening reality. When the alarm went off, I had already been awake for an hour. I crawled out of bed and forced myself to eat something.

2:42:17Such a heavy sense of impending doom, I found it difficult to focus on the menial tasks like brushing my teeth. Why would you even do that? Yeah, I don't know. I don't know. Like, it feels weird to even include that kind of shit. It feels weird that you took a nap. How would you be able to sleep? That you didn't just stay awake for it. Too anxious to think about anything else, I checked the family room, cracking the door slightly and peeking in. It was empty except for some lingering smoke that danced with the dust and the sunbeams. My sister was still asleep beneath the floorboards. I used this time to walk back out to the septic tank where I lit the gasoline sheets of fat-soaked clothing in the burn pit.

2:42:56The flames reached high, and I prayed this would burn for at least a few hours, long enough to be noticed when the time came. At the edge of the pit, I looked down at the legacy of horror that my family would forever be aligned with. If it were ever discovered, this quaint motel in the mountains would not survive, and my grandfather's legacy would no longer end with its demolition, but live on as a Cobb folklore. as the corpse fat fueled flames danced in the burn pit nearby it became clear that i was on the precipice of insanity my plan was little more than a half-baked assumption that i could somehow defeat beings that had lived over three of my lifetimes but it felt as if i had no other choice so i collected every single tank of propane that would fit into the cruiser stacked them floor to ceiling in the back seat with a few more on the passenger side seat and floor there's just enough gas left in the tank to make it back to the parking lot.

2:43:47Even sputtering on fumes, I was able to coast to a spot near the family station wagon. The sun was low in the sky and daylight was waning. I checked the room again, knocking lightly as I entered. I slipped inside without opening the door wide and found my sister sitting on the bed, shrouded in the darkness of the heavy blackout curtains. I produced the photograph of my parents from my back pocket and handed it to her. Do you still want to leave? Yes, but I will make sure you are safe. They won't trap you in those caves, I promise. They think you changed your mind. Master said you were too afraid to leave this place.

2:44:21She said you were weak and insignificant. She said that you were nothing to fear. She's wrong, I said, pulling the comforter from the bed. The light was low, but it was enough to harm her pale, fragile skin. I had seen how quickly it engulfed Graham. I knew how little it took to kill them. I had my sister lay on the bed and wrapped her in comforters. I tucked in every corner and picked her up. holding the seams close to my body. I carried her to the office as fast as I could. Once inside, I took her behind the desk and told her to hide. The window shades were already drawn, but she remained covered, hunkered down behind the check-in counter.

2:44:57Do not move until I return. Do you understand? She nodded. I sprinted back to the room as fast as my legs would take me. The sun was now setting and I only had a short time before the family would wake. I remade the bed with the comforters from next door and smoothed them out, as if they would even notice. With everything back in place, I returned to the cruiser and dragged each tank into the room. Well, I mean, it's a fine plan, but it's just kind of funny. Like I'm going to blow it up. I'm going to take all these propane tanks and we're going to get a big boom. You think they're doing that? Do you think the only reason she came to this conclusion was just because that letter that was just like, burn it down, burn it all down.

2:45:37Yeah. Well, I mean, you imagine she saw with the one she killed in the cave that, maybe it won't kill them but it'll slow them down i imagine if you immolate something actually no you can dry them out right yeah seems to be the solution so i'd say this problem this will probably work why not one by one i took the heaviest one first and opened the valves wide some hissed violently while others were a low breathy whistle faded odor of sulfur was faint with age and i barely noticed the scent with the last tank open i sealed the door shut and shoved wet towels at the base. I set a timer for sundown and hurried back to my sister.

2:46:15I found her huddled beneath the comforter with both photos in hand, holding them together as one. She looked at me with sad eyes. I wish she never had to leave. I miss being a child. The statement itself sounded so odd, coming from such a little girl. Do you remember why you left? Mother said it was the only way. She promised to always be waiting, though. She lied. She did her best. But people can't wait forever. I said, brushing her hair back. We can. She said, looking up at me with eyes that I only now realize were marbled with deep black veins. Why do you visit when you do? Every four years.

2:46:52The road is long, and the further we go from the caverns, the more we must feed. The more we feed, the more dangerous it gets. Why don't you stay here where it's safe? We can only stay for as long as the earth allows us. If we stay too long, the soil becomes impure and poisoned. We must always move. Only in the caverns can we sleep forever. Then why not stay in the caverns? Would you choose a life of eternal darkness and constant hunger?" She replied with the slightest hint of indignance. No. Before now, we had never stopped and we have never turned around. So why now? We had to return so Master could destroy the Betrayer.

2:47:32My watch alarm beeped in warning. Dusk was coming. Bram? She leaned in with the intensity of a zealot. When Uncle Matthew felt his father burn, he begged the Master to come back and seek vengeance, but she refused. She felt he was responsible for his own demise, until she felt her make her die. You see, we can feel the pain of the ones that made us. It keeps us connected. It keeps us safe. It makes us family. When we found that Betrayer had stolen the gift and killed our others, he deserved a painful death okay so uncle Matthew's the old man right which is her actual uncle because that is the missing husband of the aunt who had the bed and breakfast right yeah and he's the one who got afflicted by the dude in the cave yes no uncle Matthew felt his father burn his father was the teenage boy hmm so uncle matthew must have been the young man who went yeah uncle matthew was in yeah yeah yeah he was the guy that drove the boy the uncle matthew's father who was the first person or one of the first people to get infected in the caves yes because remember there was that line about that the uh the monster in the cave said that it was just me and him but then he fell in love with her and took my legs.

2:48:59So the her he's referring to must be the old woman or like the mother or maybe actually no, it'll be the teenage girl. Teenage girl must be master.

2:49:11Yeah. Yes. Because like back in like 1900 that vampire in the cave made the boy made the father the first vampire and then he became smitten with this girl, a teenage girl that was his age. The vampire in the cave turns her and then they both abandoned him. So then the teenage boy and teenage girl over the next hundred years began to turn more and more people among them being uncle Matthew, the little girl's actual uncle, husband of the aunt who has the bed and breakfast, different people along the route. Because then when father, the teenage boy dies, uncle Matthew felt him burn. And that makes sense because you feel the emotions of the one who turns you.

2:49:52So the teenage boy came to the bed and breakfast and turned Matthew. And then yes, because when he died, when the teenage boy died, uncle Matthew felt it, but the teenage girl who was the wife, vampiric wife, whatever of the teenage boy, then felt the guy in the cave die, the vampire in the cave die. Yes. Right. Yeah, I think that's correct. Um, but so the little girl now is gone. She's like, she's like super into this whole, like we, we had to kill him. He was evil. He was awful. So we gave him a painful death and knowing our protagonist of, as we've known her thus far, she is not going to understand what's going on and confess that she was the one that killed him.

2:50:45And the little girl is going to be like, Oh, we have to burn you now. Yeah. You have to die. Yep. My watch beeped again. I needed to return to the room, but my sister sensed this and grabbed me by the wrist. He was my friend. He didn't kill them. I said, taken back by her reveling in his murder. But he did. And she let him burn in the sun so that his agony would last. Only she decides who lives forever. That's why Mother's sister was mad. She was refused the gift despite what Uncle Matthew promised. So she lit herself on fire and tried to take us with her. Uncle Matthew begged Master to wait for his father But the boy was buried and the son was coming soon So he left him Master said we do not have room for the weak She said her eyes ablaze with righteousness Okay, so that explains why they got separated from father The teenage boy Because they were all sleeping underneath the bed and breakfast When the aunt went crazy Or like wanted the power and set everything on fire I pulled my arm from her grasp and stood That all changes tonight I said, stepping away from her.

2:51:53I remember the day you arrived. That was the day that everything changed. You were a child when I was born. Yes, I remember the day you arrived here. Mother found you hiding beneath the bed, too small to consume and too young to be worthy of notice. It left your orphan and Mother took you in. She said with a wicked smile as if she could taste my pain. my mind immediately went back to the photo of myself with those strangers I thought back to the coldness my mother had for me while her warmth for my while her warmth for other children was always evident I don't remember any of that why would you I did not want to believe her that is very on par for our character I didn't like the thing she was saying so I don't think so I don't think that's correct also that little bitch is dying for sure yeah yeah the alarm beeped a final alert and I realized I was out of time.

2:52:47I sprinted to the family's room and pulled back the wet towel. I held it to my mouth and entered. I smelled nothing, but I swear I could sense a haziness to the air. Tied the towel around my mouth and grabbed the first two tanks. They were lighter than before, which means they were emptied. I hurried as fast as I could, throwing them into the parking lot. Just needed them to be out of the room. It was impossible to do quietly, but I did my best to muffle any bump while keeping the door closed as I entered an accident. While it took me a half hour to fill the room, it only took me minutes to empty it of the tanks.

2:53:17My hands bled from cuts on the rusted metal handles. On my way out with the final tank, I heard the floor into the bathroom creak as the hatch opened. I locked the door and returned to towel to the crack beneath the door. I moved a few of the other tanks around the corner, but abandoned the tasks when I heard movement inside. I sprinted back to the office and found my sister already standing in the center of the room. What are you doing? Keeping you safe. I am safe. She knows you won't hurt me. You can't hurt any of us. Just kill the girl. That's what I'm saying, dude. Fuck that. Fuck her, man.

2:53:52You haven't seen her. You thought she was dead. You haven't seen her since you were like 10 years old. She's doing the fucking Fortnite L dance with her fucking hand on her forehead, like that dancing. And she's basically just like, yeah, whatever orphan. Good luck trying to kill me. You're weak. Orphan freak. We had to burn your friend because he hurt our master. You better watch out. Just kill her. You better fucking watch out, dude. I'll take a fucking tablespoon of salt and drive it into your chest. I've got, I've got a rock in my pocket with your name on it. It's ready to go straight into your forehead.

2:54:25I have a rock and I will severely hurt you and not calling one to help. You better watch out. I'm going to let you get into a predicament that, that I caused you to get in. Like you're going to trip and fall into the rock and I'll watch, I'll pull out my phone and think of calling nine one, but tell them it was an accident. I love watching people die when I could have helped them. standing in the doorway to the office with my sister staring through me with those deep black eyes i began to realize that she was not the little girl i thought i knew oh really this immortal being that's older than me but younger isn't the little girl i knew whoa god damn this this story's got got windigo going fucking goofy mode dude come on

2:55:10It was her reveling in the pain of others that made me realize she was more than me. In more ways than one, she wasn't my sister anymore. Good. It was then that I heard an unholy scream come from inside the family's room. Teenage girl, the master, I was right, had noticed my sister was gone. I thought for a moment that my plan was unraveling, but the old man was stuck in his habits. the door was thrown open and the teenage girl emerged beast like in her anger but the old man the park ranger was not concerned said he did as he always did he lit a cigarette the explosion shook the very foundation of the motel pictures I mean that's just funny the explosion shook the very foundation of the motel pictures were thrown from the walls and glass shattered when i looked out of the parking lot my ears still ringing i saw the master lying motionless on the asphalt i stepped outside with my sister rushing past me letting out a primal scream as she ran to the master behind them the motel room was a flame and hellish fire i could hear a loud ghoulish moan even above the crackle of embers the old man stumbled out howling in pain first time in my life i had seen any sign of emotion from him his flesh dripped from the bone as the heat melted his skin.

2:56:30His white skull was slowly revealed behind blackened flesh as it sloughed off his face. With each step, he left behind charred chunks of melted skin and a smoldering trail of burning gore. He made it only a few more feet before collapsing in a heap of scorched agony. He struggled to crawl away from the flames, but as he tried, his muscles separated from his body like what I can only describe as pulled pork. The building collapsed in on itself, trapping the others inside. I could hear their screams as they begged for the master to save them. She awoke suddenly and leaped up. Her eyes seemed to darken and a black orb set deep in her skull.

2:57:08She let out another primal scream and ran towards me. I reached into the back of my pants and pulled out the revolver, aimed, and fired. The first shot struck her in the shoulder, and it seemed to surprise her. The pain from the silver-tipped bullet. She slowed for a moment, feeling the sting. I watched as my sister felt it too. The master bared her sharp teeth and continued on but i waited to fire i waited until i knew i would not miss i waited until she was close enough to see my own reflection in her black eyes i waited until it was almost too late and i fired all six rounds struck her with the last catching her right between those dead soulless eyes she dropped to the ground but i remembered silver cannot kill it only slows pulled out the crystalline rock that killed the very creature that started this nightmare and approached the master with caution.

2:57:55I could hear her rapid short breaths as her body worked to push out the silver tip bullets. I rolled her over and raised the crystalline rock above my head, ready to plunge it into her heart. But I was blindsided. My sister tackled me to the ground. You cannot kill us! She screamed, her eyes now full of black orbs. She's the killer! She's evil! I'm your sister! She showed her teeth and leaned in so close I I could feel her cold breath on my neck. You are food. She opened wide and bit down. I could feel her sharp jagged teeth as they pierced my skin, tearing up my flesh. I had no choice. I had to fight back.

2:58:34I only meant to hurt her when I plunged the crystalline rock into her side. She howled in pain and rolled off of me. I saw the strange salted rock do its work as the skin around her wound started to shrivel and dry. I went to pull it out, but she pushed me away and grabbed hold of it herself. she yanked at the deadly stake piercing into her side trying to remove the rock but it broke larger part fell to the ground with the dull end the rest remained inside her eating away at her innards she looked me in the eyes one more time for a moment just a moment i could see the face of the little girl i once knew she collapsed to the ground as her rib cage collapsed in on itself she was gone i looked back to the master but the place where she fell was now just a spot of wet blood on the asphalt.

2:59:17I looked frantically for her, the orange flames of the fire illuminating everything. She was still alive and I was defenseless. I picked up the dull rock, ran towards the cruiser. I could feel the moisture leach out of my hands as I gripped the rock as tight as I could. The explosion shattered the front window of the cruiser, so I had to work fast. From the front seat, I retrieved the items I'd taken from the sheriff's body, handcuffs, keys, and a service pistol. When I stood up and turned around, she was already there, silhouette among the backdrop of flames i fired again the bullet struck her chest but she did not flinch instead she flashed a ghoulish smile there's nowhere to hide and i knew that it was impossible to outrun her so i chose the only safe place i could think of i threw open the back door to the cruiser and crawled in though i was careful not to pull it shut just yet the master leapt onto the hood of the car and sneered at me through the metal gate separating the front and back seats slowly she crossed over to the opposite side of the car her gaze locked on me like the predator where she was.

3:00:14I backed against the door, ready to push it open behind me, but even then I knew I couldn't outrun her. She opened the rear door across from me. Her long, clawed nails gripped the metal grate over the window as she pushed the door wide open. I know she was sure that she had me trapped, so she toyed with her prey. She moved slow and deliberate as she crawled into the back seat with me, her pitch black eyes swirling with reflections of the fire outside. She smiled and her jagged toothy grin was revealed, gripping with foul-smelling slime. Again, I waited until she was close enough to kill, and then I taunted her.

3:00:49This is what I use to kill your maker I said holding up the broken crystalline rock Her emotionless eyes remained fixed on me Her expression was unchanging With an inhuman quickness She grabbed hold of my wrist Tight enough to break a bone But I held the rock as long as I could I watched her eyes and waited The moment she broke away to glance at the dull broken rock That killed her creator I acted With my free hand I slammed the handcuff link onto her wrist She squeezed tight with retribution And I could hear the bones snap I dropped the rock and kicked backwards. Tumbled out of the cruiser and into the parking lot, hitting the asphalt with a sickening thud.

3:01:26She then leapt at me, but fell short, unable to break free from the handcuff that I had secured to the metal dividing grate inside. I kicked the door shut and then ran around the vehicle as she yanked at the handcuffs. I slammed the other door shut. With her free hand, she tried to open the door, but found it locked from the outside. slowly I stepped away watching the violent flurry of movement as she struggled to break free from the restraints she kicked at the metal graded windows managing only to dent them from a distance I watched the fire burn in the darkness hidden by the night sky and I waited for her to die I was waiting for sunrise to come up and purge this world of her evil from the backseat of the cruiser she screamed through herself against the windows why can't she break out of the handcuffs I don't know the vampire I guess she's not as strong as we thought maybe maybe they're silver or something who knows from the back seat of the cruiser she screamed threw herself against the windows i watched her fight for hours locked in the back seat eventually she even resorted to gnawing off her own hand thick black blood spurted from her wound spraying the glass and obstructing my view inside as the sun crept over the trees she stopped fighting i wasn't sure if she accepted her death or just expended the last of murderous will to live I expected to hear her scream as the sun took her body, but she did not.

3:02:44I watched the flames inside the vehicle, licked at the blood-spattered windows, and I knew that she was dead. Just as Graham's body became a charred black husk, so did that of my sister and the old man. The master, though, she burned so hot, nothing but dust remained in the backseat of the cruiser. As I stood over the corpse of what I now knew was never my sister, I realized that I was no longer linked to this hellish place. I was free from the tether of the bloodline that kept me here, burdened by a sense of loyalty to a family that was never mine. I emptied the safe of the blood money that was meant to maintain this motel forever.

3:03:21There was no longer anything that held meaning for me here, so I watched as the flames slept from the room to room, and eventually the office and the cottage itself. Smoke from the septic tank burned pit still billowed thick black smoke, and I hoped that whoever came would draw their attention there. I hope that finding those bodies would bring closure to the families who lost their loved ones on the dead roads. I hope that those bodies would be the last. I hope that I had actually ended it tonight. I hope that, after hearing my story, you will understand. I hope that if you ever meet a family that seemingly never ages, you will know what they are and know that whatever they promise, you will never be a part of their family.

3:04:01I left in their old station wagon with nothing but a duffel bag of old bills, no longer bound to the motel by the legacy of blood as I passed the fire engines on the way down the mountain I thought to myself the family may have been able to live forever but until now I've never been able to live at all okay I just want to see can I get the first thought in that's the end by the way yes that's so to destroy a so to destroy a family of immortal vampires all you need is to firebomb someone and have a Himalayan salt lamp and you'll be okay

3:04:39you just need a lot of table salt and then you need a lot of propane tanks to cause an explosion yeah i think like isn't she a vampire now she got bit yeah i but i i mean i don't that's what i thought she like didn't she fucking get like bit by her neck yeah yeah i'm surprised she didn't be one burn and flame too i don't know this story i thought that the story was okay i think that like i feel like the beginning really gripped me with the characters and stuff but it kind of is one of those things where like the more that the mystery kept getting solved the more that i was just kind of like it just became pretty generic and i guess not forgettable but i don't know just feel like i just kind of bored i mean i mean there was some good like reveals like i like the reveal of the sheriff helping them and the pits out back there's some cool stuff but it just like the at the end when it got an action set piece it kind of lost me could it have been a thing where the family is still missteak like it's kind of like the tales from the gas station thing where it's like this ongoing thing and even if you like remove some of these these these elements or pieces or you know like the people that kind of like kept you, you know, like your family locked away or this mysterious family moving from town to town or whatever.

3:05:55Like, I like the idea of finding out more people in the community know about it than you thought. And you get to unravel that mystery, but I feel like solving it with just fire bombing and the Himalayan salt lamp to me. I'm like, I don't know. It was like, it was okay. Like, I think the most effective one was the caves with the creepy nose for to dude down there. I think that's fun, but it all seemed to just kind of be like, and they're dead and we move on to the next part you know i kind of i guess i just wanted to dance around more of that but all in all i mean i i really enjoyed the setup i like the i like my favorite moments once again where the the cave graham getting killed and her like kind of like bidding this you know we're like talking with this thing in this cave i also really liked i think actually no my favorite part was probably the teenage boy coming and he was like naked in the room and it was just kind of really creepy and that kind of fun setup to where the before this she always cleans up like a weird mess but now it's just like like uh you see all the the blood and the deer carcass in there i thought that was a lot of fun and her kind of like figuring out like you getting to peek behind the curtain for the first time i think was fun but otherwise than that it was just kind of like oh i'll just firebomb them there you go yeah yeah i mean it's i with i think it's that way with any horror story i can't really think of horror stories that I enjoy when they go action.

3:07:14You know, some of them do it really well, but I feel like it loses a lot of it. And there was so much good setup stuff that at the end, it's a little, especially with it not being said that she is... Oh, a horror story that goes action? Predator.

3:07:30Well, then it quits being a horror story, but it's such a good action movie that it's fine. It's still a monster movie. In that case. I mean, yeah, it's not... I mean, like, I think that the threat's a monster or whatever, but I think it's definitely like it's an action film guys as a alien. Yeah. Alien, right. Yeah. Alien scary for the first half and the last half isn't scary, but it's such a good action and suspense film that I don't care. Um, whereas in a visual medium, it's kind of harder to convey visual action set pieces than it is in film. Right. So I don't know. I could have done without it.

3:08:02Uh, although it is dramatic and I see that could how I see how people could enjoy it just not for me in the ending especially with it not being explicitly stated that she is a vampire because I'm pretty sure she should be one but set up was great I really like some of the characters even if we had fun with her like living people behind I like the idea of like the master being a young teenage girl that's a cool idea I like a lot of stuff with the teenage boy and like the the sheriff was interesting the cave part was interesting it was cool it had a lot of really high moments I think it was a good story and I enjoyed reading it.

3:08:38I think it was successful when it was more character focused and I think it lost me when it was trying to do the badass vampire stuff. I think. Because we just, I mean, also how many times have you seen or like have we, like the archetype of like vampires and all this weird stuff and everything. I kind of like the idea of the vampires are also more of a threat when you just like, they're so mysterious and there's so much distance between it that they're just these like omnipotent beings where it's like, you might as well not even fuck with them because there's nothing you can do you know what i mean yeah so just unraveling the characters is where i had the most fun i mean it's not that kind of story i'm kind of just arguing for something else at this point but i almost like the idea of the vampires being so otherworldly and distant that you don't really know they're vampires you know it's just like a thing yeah almost almost not even labeling it as a vampire but it's like all the tropes and stuff are there but you never come out and say it i think it's also kind of fun too yeah kind of there's a there's a movie that's an example in my head of that but i can't think of it right now makes you think of kind of like let the right one in i mean i know that's a vampire yeah it's like there's nothing specifically where it's like you're a vampire or maybe there is not i can't remember but it's just like a little girl that's obviously has the tendencies of uh vampire kind of thing great i'll say one uh i'll say one that's kind of similar to this in parts uh the descent that obviously they're not intelligent in that movie they're more like animals but when they start getting attacked by the vampires left and right down in the cave those could be vampires or some troglodyte thing but it's just a threat it's just a thing you run into basically you don't have to i don't think no i mean also per se just splitting hairs and everything we're saying is subjective yeah it was a fun it was a fun story that i enjoy if we're not talking about it it was well written too i think it's just the pacing it was it was some of the I had more fun just like drawing out some of these characters and that I would have preferred that more.

3:10:33That being said, that's not what the story is, but that's just my two cents. All in all though. It was good. Fun story. Fun read. Thank you guys so much for listening on audio platforms. If you are on Spotify or Apple podcast, and thanks for giving us a nice rating there. And also thank you for us. Be sure, be sure to support the author, Jay Hunter Richardson. And this story is the story does have an Amazon release. So be sure to check if you enjoyed the story, be sure to check it out, grab a copy for yourself and just have a physical copy to support the author we would appreciate it and also uh thank you to our patrons who are supporting us on that end and just getting some extra content on the side we appreciate you and without further ado we will see you in the next one bye-bye

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