hello sam

When I stepped out of the theatre, the sky had turned completely black. Clouds covered the stars and far in the distance owls hooted. As I looked up and down the deserted street, the paths seemed evermore foreboding and the allies opened like dark mouths to swallow me whole. Perhaps the journey home was best left until morning. There was a hotel across the street and, as this seemed the most logical place for my nights repose, I directed my steps toward the front door.
The clerk at the front desk was anything but welcoming and the room to which he assigned me lacked many of the comforts of home: mainly small articles, such as… a bed. There was only an old mattress with a blanket tossed over it. I briefly considered going back downstairs and out the front door, but memories of the dark allies waiting for me outside would not let me. Instead, they made me double lock the door. I didn’t have anything in the way of luggage and I wanted a pillow to go with my mattress so I opened the closet door to search for one. Instead of the white, fluffy commodity for which I had hoped, a dark figure glided through the opening.
“Hello, Sam.”