Murder Motel

The past is never truly buried. Ten years after the infamous 'Murder Motel' incident, Owen Matthews has painstakingly rebuilt his life and renovated the very place that holds his darkest family secrets. But as the anniversary looms, strange occurrences begin to unravel his fragile peace. A mysterious phone call, a chilling message, and the sudden disappearance of a local woman—is history repeating itself, or is a new nightmare just beginning? Step into Owen's shoes as he confronts his past, navigates a town that still fears him, and races against time to uncover the truth before the 'Murder Motel' claims another victim.

Murder Motel

The past is never truly buried. Ten years after the infamous 'Murder Motel' incident, Owen Matthews has painstakingly rebuilt his life and renovated the very place that holds his darkest family secrets. But as the anniversary looms, strange occurrences begin to unravel his fragile peace. A mysterious phone call, a chilling message, and the sudden disappearance of a local woman—is history repeating itself, or is a new nightmare just beginning? Step into Owen's shoes as he confronts his past, navigates a town that still fears him, and races against time to uncover the truth before the 'Murder Motel' claims another victim.

The persistent ring of the landline cut through the quiet hum of the Sleepy Oak Motel office. Owen Matthews, the motel's proprietor, sighed, his hand hovering over the receiver. It was always the same. Another reporter, another podcaster, another ghoulish curiosity-seeker trying to capitalize on his family's infamy.

He picked up. "The Sleepy Oak Motel... How can I help you?"

A familiar, laughing voice responded, "You could start by answering your cell phone every now and then. I have tried calling you on the dang thing twice already."

Owen smiled. "Jack. You know I never have that thing with me. I can't even remember the last time that I saw it."

Jack, his adoptive nephew, had good news—he'd been accepted to multiple medical schools. The conversation shifted, as it always did, to his adoptive mother, Lacey, and her worsening anxiety. The ten-year anniversary of the "Murder Motel" incident was approaching, stirring up old wounds. Despite Owen's concerns, Lacey insisted she would visit.

After a long, comforting call with his beloved family, Owen was alone again. He tried to shake off the gnawing worry, the fear that the past was catching up.

The phone rang once more. "Hello and thank you for calling the Sleepy Oak Motel. How can I help you?"

"Is this the Murder Motel?" a deep, artificial voice asked, as if speaking through a voice distorter toy.

Owen's irritation flared. "This is the Sleepy Oak Motel. Before you ask your next question, yes it was the motel with all the kidnappings and killings. No, the motel is not haunted. No, I do not give interviews. It is just a motel now. Does that clear anything up for you?"

"Hmm... just a motel... without the murder? Where is the fun in that?" The voice gave a sinister cackle that sent a chill down Owen's spine. "No, but don't worry about it, Owen. But you will be seeing me very soon..."