A chilling tale entitled:
Easy to Forget
I just wanted to get away. Just for one night to clear my head.
I had a fight with my husband Hank and I ran out on him. For the first time in eighteen years, I was afraid.
Not afraid of Hank of course, he is a sweetheart, but afraid for our marriage.
I knew the rumors of the Cecil Hotel, living just down the street how could I not, but it was cheap and close and I had been drinking so driving wasn't an option.
I walked the eight blocks, or was it ten? I can't remember now. Things are different here, time is different here.
I didn't hesitate, I walked right into the lobby and checked in without thinking. They asked me for something, I don't remember what now, maybe payment or maybe something else.
Someone keeps knocking at my door but I am afraid to open it. I don't know what they could want, they have already taken everything.
It's Saturday now and I wish I could leave.
I wanted to write all this down so someone would know what happened. Maybe it would help someone else, it cannot help me.
What day is it now? How long have I been here?
It doesn't matter. There was a song about a hotel. Maybe you know it. I think it was about this place.
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.
I have a husband but I can't remember his name now. Can you please tell him to come get me?
I wish I could go home but I don't remember where that is.
Why am I here?
Someone is calling me.
I can hear them clearly.
I just need to open the window and step outside.
Tell him I love him.