She heard a cackling through the radio. Leaning forward, she turned the dial up to hear it better. No….no, just a crackling, she thought to herself, turning down the volume. It was getting late. She pulled her car into the parking lot. A blinking MOTEL sign stood over the entrance. Slamming her car door, she got out and walked toward the glass window. A register, old and dusty, was barely discernable through the glass. She turned around and looked back into the parking lot. The lights around the sign were no longer blinking - they weren’t even lit.
She sighed. I must be more tired than I thought. Glancing around and seeing no one, she walked back to her car and climbed into the backseat. Just a few hours…. And she drifted off to sleep.