Debbie and Erica Arrive at the Motel
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 73
by
copier
· original author:
pats2015
Hours passed and an uneasy calm fell over the Glenn Manning Motel and its guests. Despite the looming danger of the two giants, residents slept soundly with the assurance that for at least tonight they were safe. All except for Lisa Jordan.
Lisa rolled over to the only source of light in the cramped motel room, the digital clock that sat on the bedside table. Her tired brain struggled to decipher the red lines in front of her.
3:00
Despite her exhaustion something kept the high schooler from falling back asleep. A feeling, like a pit in her stomach, that something was coming. Try as she might she couldn't banish this dark premonition from her mind. Reluctantly she got up, doing her best not to wake her little sister sleeping beside her and quietly flipped on the tv. If she was up she might as well check for any news updates about Debbie and Erica.
On the other side of the complex right by the entrance, Debbie and Erica approached from the street like a pair of hungry mama t-rexes.
"We're here. This is the place." Debbie said.
"What a dump. We'd be doing the town a favor by knocking it down. What makes you think you're family is here Deb?" Erica asked.
"The last time me and Steve were having problems he had me meet him here to talk things out. If he's not already in witness protection or locked away in a government prison then he's here." Debbie explained.
"Well, well, well. I guess you guys don't have a fairytale marriage after all." Erica boasted.
Debbie stifled a cry as the distant memory of what she thought was the hardest time of life now seemed like a happy memory when compared to her current situation.
"Shut up Erica! Just shut up!" Debbie said now with visible tears in her eyes.
"Relax. Remember I'm on your side. Let's find poindexter already. Your little side quest has really taken us out of the way." Erica said annoyed."
"Remember the plan. Find Steve, save Beth for me, and look for my kids."
"And the rest?" Erica asked.
"I don't care. Do whatever you want to them." Debbie said coldly.
"Now were talking! In fact I think I've spotted my first victim." Erica said excitedly as she approached the nearest building.
Lydia Manning had occupied the 3rd floor room overlooking the motel property for over 50 years, every since she married her husband, Glenn. When Glenn passed Lydia fell into a deep depression and became unable or unwilling to handle the upkeep necessary for such a large motel, and it showed. Despite bringing on several employees to help manage the motel few stayed long and those who did barely did the bare minimum. Lydia didn't care. She had effectively given up and became a miserable shut in. The only sign of her presence was when she would emerge onto her balcony for a smoke dressed in only a dirty old nightgown. That was where she found herself at around 3am this evening.
It was another one of those nights where Lydia was unable to sleep. That's what she did to pass the time most of the days. This was different. All day cars had been driving in, unpacking, and occupying rooms. The place was the busiest it had been since before her precious Glenn had died, and Lydia hated it. All the noise. The sounds of kids whining and screaming. It drove the old woman mad. She didn't even bother to investigate the reason why so many had flocked to her rundown motel. As far as she was concerned the uptick in business was an unwelcome sight. The mounting stress along with the insomnia guided Lydia outside onto to her balcony for a late night smoke.
Lydia had never smoked for most of her life but she took to the habit like a fish to water after she buried her late husband. Part of her hoped it would hasten her own time remaining. How she just yearned to be reunited with her Glenn. These thoughts drifted in her mind while clouds of smoke rose in the air. Then came the succession of crashes. The old woman grabbed the railing of the balcony to steady herself, cigarette still tucked between her lips. As she exhaled and watched as the puff of smoke was sucked up into a giant nostril.
"Hello." Erica said with a wide grin.
The shock of seeing the giant face appear in front of her caused Lydia peddle back towards her room. As she hit the closed door the reflex caused her inhale her cigarette. She nervously swallowed which caused the still lit smoke to burn the back of her throat. Now aware of the obstruction the old woman began to choke.
"Hang on just a bit longer dear. I like it better when my food is alive." Erica said as she reached onto the balcony.
Lisa rolled over to the only source of light in the cramped motel room, the digital clock that sat on the bedside table. Her tired brain struggled to decipher the red lines in front of her.
3:00
Despite her exhaustion something kept the high schooler from falling back asleep. A feeling, like a pit in her stomach, that something was coming. Try as she might she couldn't banish this dark premonition from her mind. Reluctantly she got up, doing her best not to wake her little sister sleeping beside her and quietly flipped on the tv. If she was up she might as well check for any news updates about Debbie and Erica.
On the other side of the complex right by the entrance, Debbie and Erica approached from the street like a pair of hungry mama t-rexes.
"We're here. This is the place." Debbie said.
"What a dump. We'd be doing the town a favor by knocking it down. What makes you think you're family is here Deb?" Erica asked.
"The last time me and Steve were having problems he had me meet him here to talk things out. If he's not already in witness protection or locked away in a government prison then he's here." Debbie explained.
"Well, well, well. I guess you guys don't have a fairytale marriage after all." Erica boasted.
Debbie stifled a cry as the distant memory of what she thought was the hardest time of life now seemed like a happy memory when compared to her current situation.
"Shut up Erica! Just shut up!" Debbie said now with visible tears in her eyes.
"Relax. Remember I'm on your side. Let's find poindexter already. Your little side quest has really taken us out of the way." Erica said annoyed."
"Remember the plan. Find Steve, save Beth for me, and look for my kids."
"And the rest?" Erica asked.
"I don't care. Do whatever you want to them." Debbie said coldly.
"Now were talking! In fact I think I've spotted my first victim." Erica said excitedly as she approached the nearest building.
Lydia Manning had occupied the 3rd floor room overlooking the motel property for over 50 years, every since she married her husband, Glenn. When Glenn passed Lydia fell into a deep depression and became unable or unwilling to handle the upkeep necessary for such a large motel, and it showed. Despite bringing on several employees to help manage the motel few stayed long and those who did barely did the bare minimum. Lydia didn't care. She had effectively given up and became a miserable shut in. The only sign of her presence was when she would emerge onto her balcony for a smoke dressed in only a dirty old nightgown. That was where she found herself at around 3am this evening.
It was another one of those nights where Lydia was unable to sleep. That's what she did to pass the time most of the days. This was different. All day cars had been driving in, unpacking, and occupying rooms. The place was the busiest it had been since before her precious Glenn had died, and Lydia hated it. All the noise. The sounds of kids whining and screaming. It drove the old woman mad. She didn't even bother to investigate the reason why so many had flocked to her rundown motel. As far as she was concerned the uptick in business was an unwelcome sight. The mounting stress along with the insomnia guided Lydia outside onto to her balcony for a late night smoke.
Lydia had never smoked for most of her life but she took to the habit like a fish to water after she buried her late husband. Part of her hoped it would hasten her own time remaining. How she just yearned to be reunited with her Glenn. These thoughts drifted in her mind while clouds of smoke rose in the air. Then came the succession of crashes. The old woman grabbed the railing of the balcony to steady herself, cigarette still tucked between her lips. As she exhaled and watched as the puff of smoke was sucked up into a giant nostril.
"Hello." Erica said with a wide grin.
The shock of seeing the giant face appear in front of her caused Lydia peddle back towards her room. As she hit the closed door the reflex caused her inhale her cigarette. She nervously swallowed which caused the still lit smoke to burn the back of her throat. Now aware of the obstruction the old woman began to choke.
"Hang on just a bit longer dear. I like it better when my food is alive." Erica said as she reached onto the balcony.
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