The carpet and wallpaper screamed ’70s, just like the lobby. Honestly, I didn’t get it. This whole section of Henderson hadn’t been developed back in the day, so just why the decorator had wanted to incite motel guests to throw on some bell-bottoms and dance the bump to Brick House, I didn’t know. My best guess was that the Culver Inn management had gotten the furnishings from some other bankrupt motel chain at a discount—a whopping discount, obviously. At the end of the long hallway, I turned left again. Just as Amber had said, only four rooms were in this wing of the motel. I found mine on the left at the end of the hall. From the look of things, this area hadn’t gotten any attention from the housekeeping crew in a while. The place was dusty. Something smelled weird. Jeez, I hoped that wasn’t the scent of toxic mold growing under the carpet. I stopped outside my door and glanced around. One room next to mine, two across the hall. An exit sign above the door at the end of the corridor flickered in the dim light.
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