Young hispanic female that rented a room a couple hours ago enters the office tonight and this is how it goes:
"excuse me maam, but the people next to me are being loud..."
" um... I am sorry, what room are you in?"
"117"
"Yeah...there is no one on either side of you"
"They must be below me or in the attic? or maybe in the walls, cuz you know thats where people stay sometimes when they don't have anywhere to go"
" ummm...."
"Yeah, it is the same people, I have heard them for 6 months now, even in my headphones, I am going to tell them to stop, I don't even care anymore."
"ummm..."
" The man is molesting the little girl, and she keeps telling him to stop, he keeps doing it. The lady and the man, they have a vibrator and I can hear it through the walls, and the lights went out"
"oh yeah, the power went out, we are waiting for it to come back on."
"When I go to my room and man jumps on the bed next to me, in the room next to me, he jumps on his bed when he hears me coming."
"There is no one in the room next to you, on either side"
"No, he is in there, can't you see him? Can't you hear them in there? They are in the walls..."
I sadly convince her to go back to her room and that we won't put anyone next to her. I try to explain but it really is no use with these kind of people. I feel for her I really do, because to be that gone in your own mind and to be so young and seemingly full of life really sucks.
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Growing up a in a large suburban home in Northern California, I wouldn't say I was "sheltered" but I was definitly not prepared for the year of working at "The INN". Though I have always had a job since I was 15, I never saw myself running a seedy motel at the age of 28. Some days are a challenge but I try to see it as another life experience. One I hope to live to talk about, but if not, here it goes...
The storm had finally let up. My heart sank as I swept the pools of water from inside the hallway and out into the adjoining parking lot. If this is part of "god's plan" for me, I must not be in on the joke. With beads of sweat running down my face, I watched in slight awe at what came floating up from the dark puddles. Crack pipes, used condoms and cigarette butts, just to name a few. I couldn't help but think of the people who belonged to these unsavory items. I see them every day. I rent them rooms to drink for days on end, fuck their whores and smoke their crack. Don't get me wrong, we do occasionally have the normal passerby who just legitimately needs to sleep or is in town to visit their aging parent at the nearby convalescent home, but for the most part, they are up to no good... These are my stories of "The Inn"
About Me
- Jane Doe
- Like the title says, I am a young white female running a seedy rundown motel in CA. I am counting down my days...but learning a lot in the process.
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