There again, the tremors begin
Triggers.
The haunting lyrics running in her head
Take her back
Locked in the room
Bread and water lights out
Darkness surrounding,
The sense of someone sitting near
The need for silence when the noises echoed
The cry for sound when the silence was overwhelming.
It all comes back.
She stands in front
Knowing she’ll never enter again
The horrors of a hotel,
The clang of chains,
The footsteps in the corridor,
The door bursting open
The man with the dog.
Closing the door, he says
“You can check out anytime you want
But you can never leave.” *
- Hotel California – The Eagles.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/11/05/photo-challenge-288/
Morpethroad 
Great take on the photo.
Thanks Sadje glad you could stop by.
You’re welcome 😉
Some nasty hotel, that. Methinks *hotel* is more of a euphemism.
What perceptive person you are.
🙂
There’s definitely something creepy about that place.
I thought so too.
I think so too