You creep up to the front desk to press the service bell. That chair has to be empty. Motel clerks are supposed to greet you as soon as you walk in the door. Right? As soon as you press the service bell, the armchair swivels around, and you jump about ten feet in terror.
"Son of a bitch!" you scream. There is someone in the chair, a balding, thin middle aged man. He is expressionless, so you don't know if he was sleeping or playing a prank. He glances at your mom and dad, but stares at you, probably because you screamed. "Sorry,but you scared the crap out of me!"
He doesn't respond, rolling his eyes over to your parents. "Checking in?" he asks.
Your parents pay for a room, and then exit the lobby. You find it odd that the man in the chair just swivels his chair back around. You leave the lobby quickly.
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