sam

Eighteen year old Sam with a mind of chubaka, spaced out and blank, drove up to the old abandoned hotel that was once painted green but is now grimy, cold, and lonely. He parked his fallen apart 1978 Ford hunchback up to the door of room 1209. Why 1209? 12 for the grade he ALMOST completed and 09 for his graduation year. He popped opened the trunk to ms. Spooner, his English teacher who flunked him his last semester, tied up like a rolled up rug. Not wanting to bear her screaming, he slapped her and said “shut-up bitch!” He took her into the room and threw her onto the bed. In the bathroom, he filled the rusted bathtub full of scorching 98 degree water. He then plunged his English teacher into the tub and left. Never was she seen again.