I Locked Myself in a Motel Room. Then the Phone Started Ringing
6/1/202627 min
A paranoid motel guest barricades himself inside his room, convinced the creatures hunting him have finally tracked him down. But when a mysterious voice on the phone tells him a package has already been delivered, he’s forced to decide whether he’s been given a way to survive—or pushed into the final stage of their trap. Are you still drinking that stale, store-bought coffee? Check out NoSleepCoffee.com to get 20% off fresh, same-day roasted coffee delivered straight to your door. Just use promo code NOSLEEP20 at checkout for 20% off your first order! Huge thanks to our sponsors: BetterHelp: Sign up now and get 10% off at betterhelp.com/dns. Shopify: Sign up for your $1 per month trial today at shopify.com/dns. Author: Chase Shustack
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If you enjoy a blend of science fiction and horror, be sure to check out my other podcast, The SCP Experience. This podcast takes you on a journey through the SCP Foundation archives, where strange anomalies, secret experiments, and unsettling mysteries collide. Let's just say it's not for the faint of heart. Be sure to search for The SCP Experience wherever you get your podcasts. Dr. NoSleep. Cigarette number four now, or was it five? He was losing count faster now, harder to concentrate. He had been able to tell time in cigarettes smoked, and at his last estimation, a standard pack might last him a good six hours if he was careful. The bed stand's digital clock now sat in the trash can. God knows that they must have tampered with it somehow, some way. You could put microphones in anything nowadays, really. Same thing with the TV. He had thought it safe to watch here, but during Good Morning America, the host, the one with the suit who smiled like a cheap car salesman, blinked a message for him like a captured prisoner of war. The TV now sat unplugged and facing the wall where they couldn't see him. How long have I been here? What motel was this again? He sat on the end of the sheetless bed and counted backward from cigarette packs and granola bars until he settled on concrete names. He had Camel brand cigarettes. Camels. Camels live in deserts. Deserts are hot.