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Hotel From Hell

Well the title probly gives it away, but unless you are doing drugs the hotel that dad has put mom and I up in is not one that you would want to stay in.  I am not lying when I say that this is obviously a hotel populer amount those on drugs and some form of prison work release.

The first giant warning sign should have been the fact that a wooden dowel is what keeps the windows from opening on their own!! Unfortanitly the added light of an open window only added to the wows of the room.  It only made it clear that every pice of furniture is coverded in stains, as well as the floor, along with bleach spots.

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  1. Wow! That sounds like a really really scary place to be! Good luck!

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  2. It was, luckily just for that one night

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