You step over the laughing, old man and grab the chainsaw with both hands.

BRAAAAAAPAAAAAAAPAAAAAA!!!! The chainsaw starts up after only one try. It takes a couple of seconds to wrench the saw out of the t.v. monitor but soon you turn and swing the chainsaw in the direction of the old man.

The old man's laughing face becomes one of sheer terror as you split his head wide open, blood flying everywhere painting the room deep red. It is you that has begun to laugh as the man's face becomes unrecognizable, his hands pumping into fists and finally releasing their grasps in the air and dropping to the ground. The chainsaw sputters to a stop halfway down the old man's face. The room suddenly becomes very quiet.

You finally stop and realize what you have done. After what has just happened, anything your grandfather has waiting for you doesn't seem all that interesting now.

What should you do...

You try to contact the local authorities (well...it WAS self defense).

Dropping  the chainsaw, you stumble out the front door of the main office and walk toward Interstate 666. You are still in shock as to what happened tonight.

 About a mile up the road you spot a phone booth with the light flickering on and off. You go inside, put a couple of coins in the slot and dial 911.

An operator picks up the phone and you burst  into tears while explaining all that just happended.

You wait for the operator to respond but the phone seems to go dead.....then..."I'm sorry. the operator finally states. " I just don't believe you."

You are flabbergasted at the response.

"Excuse me?" you say.

"Go back to the motel and you'll find that it never happened......." CLICK.

You run back to the motel and into the back office where the whole bloody mess took place.

You find NOTHING!!!  Not a drop of blood.

Suddenly , there is movement on one of the working video cameras next to the murder scene. You scream as you realize it's the pigman himself, waving a bloody  chainsaw at the camera. He stops in time to remove the mask revealing a face you recognize.

 Your own.

You stare at yourself in the monitor, your face, contorted into a sinister grin from  ear to ear.

You can't bear it anymore...your  heartbeat races and you find it hard to breath all of a sudden.

You faint.

You is this the end?

Amonia fills your nostrils and reality re-aquaints itself with you in a rush. You can hear clapping and cheering all around you.

Could this all have been  a crazy dream? you think.

"Where am I?"  you whisper.

Opening your eyes, you find yourself on an ambulance stretcher in the parking lot of the "MOTEL HELLO" stage. An ambulance, two big semi trucks, and about 10 to 15 vehicles now litter the once eerie parking lot. Flood lights brighten the whole lot exposing at least 20 to 40 people clapping and cheering and pointing at you.

You notice your grandfather in the crowd also clapping although he looks like he is laughing at you a little bit. He doesn't look a bit sick.

A man in a black leather jacket smiles and walks over toward you. A camera man follows him.

"We want to welcome you to a new reality show in which you have unknowingly been the star for the past hour." the man says.

You look up at him in confusion.

" The show is callled " SCARED SENSELESS!" he continues. " It's kind of a game show to see how long it will take to scare someone  into fainting." " You have been chosen as the very first contestant of the first episode, and may I say, you did very well." he concludes.

Your grandfather walks up beside you and gives a big hug and says laughingly, "You got punked."

You soon  realize the whole thing was a set up from the start and your grandfather was behind it all.

He bought a local TV studio and  hired a top notch film, special FX, and stunt crews to put together the first episode. He used you as his first victim to see if his little reality show was gonna sink or swim.

OH, IT SWIMS!...

Two weeks later the episode aires and it's an instant hit. Everyone loves it and you become somewhat of a celebrity.

Two weeks after that you are at home and opening your mail. You find a letter  from  your grandfather among other fan mail. Quickly opening the envelope you see a card with a  ghost on the front and a check for the amount of $1 million. On the bottom of the card it says...

 Thanks for being such a great sport.  Grandfather.

 
THE END

You have reached a "MOTEL HELL" ending.