The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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My stepfather cringed while retelling this story. It was the first time in his life he had encountered a hotel worse than camping in a tent; he will forever refer to it as “Motel Hell.”

Chuck and his friends, Jimmy and Mike, were traveling around Wales desperately trying to find a place to stay for the night. Chuck’s mind buzzed as he down shifted using his left hand, an adjustment that was proving taxing on his weary mind. 

“What about that one?” Jimmy said, pointing out the window. The hotel he pointed out was covered in vines and looked to be in complete disrepair, but Chuck stopped anyway. 

“You want to check it out?” Chuck asked Jimmy. 

“Sure!” He replied as he jumped out the passenger seat, enthusiastically running to the door. Moments later, he stuck his hand out the front window yelling: “Come on in guys, it’s great!” 

Mike and Chuck exchanged a suspicious look as they departed from the vehicle, lugging their bags across the pavement, which was riddled with potholes. 

As they headed upstairs, Chuck wasn’t sure if it was the exhaustion or if the stairs were actually crooked. “I thought you said this place was great, Jim?” He inquired. 

“I think it’s awesome!” Jimmy said, with a beaming smile. He was always one to search for adventure. 

Heat that radiated from the room Mike and Chuck would be sharing as the door creaked open. There clearly wasn’t any air conditioning at this hotel, which didn’t surprise him. He threw the windows open as soon as they set their bags down. 

Chuck went into the bathroom and showered first, returning to the room to find that their entire room was absolutely infested with bugs, which were attracted to the lights above their beds. He turned out the light above his own bed, knowing the bug would migrate to the other light right above Mike’s bed.  When Mike returned and saw all of the critters, he shrieked and exclaimed: “Where did they all come from? Why are they only on my side?” 

“You’ve got your light on, man. They came in through the window,” Chuck stated calmly, trying not to give away that he had been behind their migration. 

“We’re shutting those darn windows!” 

“We’ll die in here if we do that,” Chuck said, knowing that he would lose this battle. Mike turned out his light and the bugs eventually left, prompting him to close the window. 

“Do you think they’re all gone?” 

“I don’t know. I can’t see anymore,” Chuck said, turning on his light. To their horror, there were about a dozen spiders still on the wall. 

“You have to kill them!” Mike shouted as he backed away. 

“I can’t do that! I’m afraid of spiders too!” Chuck protested while he left the room to wake up Jimmy. 

“You guys are a bunch of wussies,” Jimmy said groggily as he crushed them one by one, sending their corpses to the already filthy floor. 

Motel Hell

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Wales, UK

My stepfather cringed while retelling this story. It was the first time in his life he had encountered a hotel worse than camping in a tent; he will forever refer to it as “Motel Hell.”

Decade: 1980s
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Recorded by Kali Nyland on December 7, 2018
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