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Originally Posted by Locke
I'll never forget my first Roman Hotel! I remember it like it was yesterday!
I get into the room which was...well...it was a ####hole.
Cigarette ashes on the pillow...as is normal hotelier standard, okay. Pull back the top sheet aaaand....there is a large bloodstain on the sheet accompanied by a matching knife slash through it and the mattress.
Someone was gruesomely murdered here. Probably in their sleep. Likely recently. Now...theoretically speaking, if whomever was responsible for this event 'got their man' then I should, technically, be safe.
This got me to thinking, I should check the door lock. Nope. That doesnt work.
There were no more rooms and it was late at night, but the concierge did give me a new pillowcase and top-sheet as well as a chair that I could prop up against the door. Nice fella.
Suffice it to say, no sleep was had. That was evening of non-stop Peroni and existential dread.
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Are you certain this did not happen at the Bus Depot and on a bus. You know flashbacks can sometimes be confusing.