You notice a thick coat of dust caked over everything in your room except for a VHS machine hooked up to what seems to be a brand new Zenith 36" color t.v. A video tape sits inside the mouth of the VCR machine. The tape is without a label.

Hmmmmm....

You try the office again.

Entering the office, you find that nothing has changed. Nobody seems to be around at all. You notice a large jar next to the cashier machine on the counter.  The lettering on the jar reads "Farmer Vincent's Smoked Jerky." You have'nt eaten since you left for your Grandfather's house this morning. It's got to be well past dinner time by now.

"Nobody is around." you think. "I could just grab a couple and nobody will even know the difference."

You open the jar and take a wiff of the contents. "Man, they smell good!!" you say out loud. Although you have been a strict vegetarian for about two weeks now, your stomach and olfactory senses seem to have forgotten that.

Do you grab a couple pieces of jerky or...not.

You grab some jerky

You quickly grab about 5 to 6 pieces of jerky and immediately shove about 2 or 3 into your mouth. They taste delicious and soon your stomach quits rumbling. You decide to nose around the office a little more.

BRAAAH.....BRAAAAAAAA....BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPAAAAPAAAAA....

It sounds like someone is trying to start a lawnmower or something from behind the office. Who could be mowing their lawn in the middle of the night.

You walk past the counter and into the back room marked "EMPLOYEE'S ONLY". There you find a room full of security cameras and video tape decks. Upon further examination you realize that every motel room has been assigned a camera view. Across the room is another door. The noise seems to be coming from the other side of the door.

How creepy! you think.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!  BRAAAAAAAPAAAAAAPAAAAAAAAA...

The sound is much louder and closer this time.

You open the door?

Before you can even put your hand on the door knob, something or someone breaks through the door pushing you violently back into the video cameras. Sparks fly all around as a menacing figure holding a chainsaw stands about 5 feet away.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! the chainsaw sputters. The figure wears a grotesque pig mask two or three sizes too big for it's  body. It wears denim overalls and a red long sleeved shirt. The outfits you usually see farmer's wear.

You can hear muffled laughter coming from  under the mask as the thin figure start to swing it's saw in a criss cross motion toward you. You try to run back toward the front office but it takes a second to get your feet to follow your commands.

The pig man barely nicks your shirt when the chainsaw comes in contact with a video monitor and then  sputters to a stop. The pig man tries to start his saw again still laughing from under the mask.

This is your chance to act!!!

You make a run for your truck?

You clumsily run out of the office and back toward your truck. You can faintly hear the whirr of the chainsaw coming back to life.

Grabbing for the driver's door you suddenly realize that all of your belongings are in your motel room including your keys to the truck. You try the door anyway  and...just as you thought...locked.

You got to get back to your motel room... and fast!!!!

You make a dash for the motel room.

Using the key you got from the office earlier, you open the door to the motel room and grab your truck keys. You also grab your bags and start to head back to your truck.

Your heart pounds with adrenaline and your mind is working on pure instinct now.

As you get closer to your truck you find the "pig man" standing in front of the driver's side door. White smoke billows from the chainsaw as he he holds it over his head and shakes it menacingly.

"It takes all kinds of critters to make Farmer Vincent's Fritters." it screams from behind the mask.

At that moment you feel your energy start to leave you. You begin to have trouble focusing and you start to lose control of your body. You feel hot liquid run down your leg and realize you are urinating in your pants. Your hands seem to lose their grip on your bags and the last thing you hear is your bags hitting the asphalt of the parking area.

 You black out.

You is this the end?

The smell of fertilizer is stifling as you wake up in a daze. You try to move your arms and legs but can't. It seems you are unable to move anything but your head.

You open your eyes and make out what seems to be a pinwheel and flashing lights. To your left are.....something is demanding your attention to the flashing lights. Elevator music is playing in the background. You seem to feel real calm even though you can't move a muscle. Using your hands to make a fist, you grab what seems to be mounds of dirt. Have you been buried alive?

What's going on, you think. Just at that moment someone whispers in your ear.

"Pay attention to the pinwheel and listen to the pretty music."

It's difficult to fight off the desire to obey the voice but you are able to look around and notice you are buried to your neck in what seems to be a garden. It is still night time but bright lights surround your head. A large woman with overalls is bent over speaking into the ears of other people buried along with you. Just their heads are sticking out of the ground making rows of 20 to 30 bodies.

Your try to scream but can't. The only sound you make is a pathetic gargling as your throat seems to catch on fire. You swallow hard and taste blood run down your throat.

"Vincent, come quick...this one is trying to yell or something."

Just then a man in overalls and a plaid shirt comes into your limited view.

"Hahaahaaa, I guess he doesn't realize his tongue and vocal cords have been cut out honey." "I knew he'd go for my famous jerky." "Nobody can resist it."

You stare at the man she calls Vincent with utter horror. His white hair covered by a straw cowboy hat seems to make him all the more menacing as he starts to smile at you.

He stands over your head and raises a shovel over his. The woman standing by  him is morbidly obese and has long red hair styled into pigtails like a deranged "Pipi Longstocking."

That is your last thought as the shovel comes crashing down onto your skull instantly killing you.

"It takes all kinds of critters to make Farmer Vincent's Fritters." they both say in unison.

 
THE END

You reached a "Motel Hell" ending.