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I Locked Myself in a Motel Room. Then the Phone Started Ringing
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The motel was a last resort. The kind of place you stop when you're too tired to drive another mile and too broke to care about the reviews. I paid cash, took the key, and locked myself in Room 14. The door had three deadbolts. The windows were painted shut. It was supposed to be safe. Then the phone rang. The old rotary phone on the nightstand—the one with no dial tone, the one that wasn't plugged into anything—started ringing. I didn't answer. It kept ringing. And then a voice came through the receiver, clear and calm, as if the person on the other end was standing right beside me: "We know you're in there."
In this episode, we explore a first-person horror story about a traveler who locks himself in a motel room, only to discover that the phone on the nightstand is not a phone. It's a connection to something that has been waiting for him. As the night unfolds, the ringing grows louder, the voice grows closer, and the walls of Room 14 begin to feel less like a sanctuary and more like a cage. Some rooms are meant to keep things out. This one is meant to keep something in.
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In this episode, we explore a first-person horror story about a traveler who locks himself in a motel room, only to discover that the phone on the nightstand is not a phone. It's a connection to something that has been waiting for him. As the night unfolds, the ringing grows louder, the voice grows closer, and the walls of Room 14 begin to feel less like a sanctuary and more like a cage. Some rooms are meant to keep things out. This one is meant to keep something in.
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/dr-nosleep--7309795/support.