Run back into the hotel

From Create Your Own Story

Deciding that running isn’t fast enough you sprint to the main entrance. You grab the front doors handle and pull… It won’t open. A hotel that closes its door at night? No, its a barrier just like the one you encountered in that house from yesterday. You pound the glass but it doesn’t break. A cold sensation runs down your spine, even colder than the winter night.

You turn around and the creatures are there. Their flesh looks like that of a man’s if you pulled of his skin. Their eyes stare you down into numbness then the creatures get close enough to grab you.

You feel the muscle fibers holding your arm in place being pulled apart. Blood flushes out and the same is done to your other arm. The unmistakable sense of death overwhelms you. Now you recognize that in the moment of death you can only think about dying, you do not even give the monsters who eat your flesh any thought. All there is on your mind is the thought of dying…