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Chapter 1: What is Jason's journey to the motel like?
Jason Brooks took another swig of coffee and blinked at the never-ending darkness before him. He used to drive this route all the time, and he didn't remember it ever feeling this long. Then again, he was older now. Time didn't move like it used to, and his body wasn't as good at staying awake as it had been. How long it had been? Seven, eight years? More? God, he was a terrible son.
He'd been so caught up in work that he barely made time to call his mother, let alone drive six hours to see her. But things would be different now. He had a new job, one that allowed for more flexibility, and he was determined to be there for his mother the way she was always there for him. He was finally becoming the kind of man he wanted to be, the kind of man his father would be proud of.
He couldn't have been more than an hour away, but his eyes kept slipping closed of their own accord. He passed a sign for exit 13 that boasted of a motel, and he could already picture himself slipping into bed. He could have sworn he passed that same exit miles earlier, but everything was becoming a blur.
With a sigh, he guided his Honda Accord towards the exit and followed the signs to the Rest Easy Inn. The parking lot was surprisingly full for a seedy motel in the middle of nowhere. The cars weren't all rust buckets either. A silver Mercedes gleamed under the full moon, begging for a better view.
Jason parked beside it, staring at the car's curving lines and angles the way he would appreciate a woman. He'd never seen anything like it. He paused when he reached the back of the car. Was it a Mercedes? It had the familiar symbol on the trunk, but something about it felt off. It took a few minutes of staring for him to realize what was wrong.
Instead of three points, the star within the circle had four points, like it was a knockoff pretending to be the real thing. He took a closer look at other cars in the parking lot and found more strange discrepancies, symbols that weren't quite right, doors that didn't look like they could open, even wheels that sounded hollow when he kicked them.
An eerie feeling crept over him, but he finally tore himself away, convinced he was just tired. The lobby was quiet when he entered, and no one was at the front desk. He stood at the counter, waiting. The lights softly buzzed above him. He stared at the pattern on the carpet until it seemed to be moving. God, he needed sleep. Where was the damn desk clerk?
A bang sounded from a door behind the desk area. Jason straightened, but no one emerged. He rang the bell on the counter, hitting it harder than necessary. The ding rang out in the silence before being swallowed by it. Hello? I need a room, please. The same door rattled as if a beast was awakening beyond, but it remained closed. Someone coughed, the sound wet and full of pain.
Then there was a moan and a whacking sound. The moan rose to a panicked shriek before quieting again. Jason gulped. I just need a room key, please. A room key slid under the door. Jason came around the counter to pick it up. Just as he bent before the door, the shriek started up again. Hello? Are you okay? Do you need help?
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Chapter 2: What strange occurrences does Jason notice at the motel?
Jason let out a sigh of relief and headed down the hall to find the stairs. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be any. There was a door leading to the pool and hot tub and another leading to the parking lot, but no stairs. He had no choice but to call the elevator and hope that the man was gone. When the doors opened, someone was inside, but it wasn't the man.
This time, it was a middle-aged woman in hiking gear. Her backpack was nearly twice her size, but she seemed to carry it with ease. She nodded and stepped back to make room. Jason studied her for a moment before stepping inside. She seemed harmless enough. Besides, there wasn't much she could do weighed down like that.
The buttons didn't have numbers, but contained random symbols and jumbles of letters. He clicked one at random, letting his gut be his guide. The woman stared at him, her green eyes assessing him from his toes to the top of his head. He squirmed under her gaze and tried not to make eye contact. How tall are you? Um, I'm 5'9". She squinted and frowned, as if she disliked his answer.
Where do you live? Jason backed up a step until his back was to the wall. While the woman might be harmless, she was certainly strange. And he wasn't about to tell her where he lived. Baltimore. He lied. Her eyes lit up. Great. You single? Married. He lied again. To his surprise, the woman seemed pleased by his reply. Kids? A boy and a girl. Jason had never been good at lying.
He couldn't help the way his voice went up like he was asking a question. He stopped playing poker a long time ago. But the woman was either clueless or didn't care that he was lying. In fact, the more he made up about his life, the happier she seemed.
The elevator ride lasted far longer than it should have, and by the time the doors finally opened, Jason had concocted a fake life complete with a sick mother-in-law and a beagle named Joey. He stepped into the hallway and turned around to wave goodbye, but the woman was gone. Goosebumps rose on his arms, and they stayed there as he traversed the hallway.
A glance at his room key made him even more confused. He was assigned to room 3SK62WE. Hoping he was at least on the correct floor, he passed rooms with strange symbols and jumbles of letters on the door. Some of them were entirely blank, but every one of them had peepholes, and Jason couldn't help but feel like they were currently being used to spy on him.
He quickened his pace and kept his eyes on the carpet. It was deep red with specks of purple and brown, just like the church carpet he stared at during sermons as a youth. It even had an ink stain, like the one he'd created when he purposely broke his pen to watch it bleed just for something to do. Wait. Jason paused and bent over the stain. It wasn't just similar to the one he'd made.
It was the same. The same wonky four-point star with an extra wide gap between the two left points. But how was that possible? It wasn't. Jason shook his head and carried on. He was tired, that was all. He was making a bigger deal out of everything than he should have. The lights flickered, as if in disagreement.
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Chapter 3: How does Jason react to the eerie atmosphere of the motel lobby?
He simply opened it and turned on the lights, shivering in the chilly air. He was greeted by a crowd of chairs, wooden chairs, rocking chairs, leather chairs, you name it, it was there. The only other furniture was a single bed tucked into the corner. Jason dropped his bag by the door and made his way through the maze of chairs towards the bed. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
He was hot, boiling even. And was that steam? He opened his eyes and found himself in a vat of boiling water. He yelled, momentarily convinced he was being cooked alive. Then the smell of chlorine hit him, and he realized he was in a hot tub. He raised his wet, wrinkly fingers to his face. How long had he been here? How did he get here?
He pushed himself over the side and slid onto the cold tiles. His brain felt slow and sluggish, but his body was somehow invigorated, as if he'd been in a cold plunge rather than a hot tub. He was suddenly aware of static coming from a radio on a nearby table. He could faintly make out a song beneath the noise. Without thinking, he adjusted the dial until he could hear it clearly.
The words reverberated through the room, echoing in his soul until he was nine years old again, dancing around the kitchen with his mother, pretending his father was coming home any second. That was before they'd received the news, back when they were not happy exactly, but not sad either. They survived, and occasionally, they thrived.
When his mother got a big tip, she would come home smiling and twirl around the kitchen, her skirt flying and her hands waving in the air. Jason missed that smile. He never saw it again after that fateful day, that terrible knock on the door that changed everything. A shiver ran down his spine, and he glanced at the hot tub again. There was something at the bottom of it.
With the song still ringing in his ears, he slid back into the water and dove for the object. The water wasn't the warm embrace he'd been expecting. It had turned icy cold, and his limbs felt heavy. The bottom of the hot tub felt farther away the more he swam. Bubbles rose from his mouth as the air left his lungs. but he kept going until his hands grabbed a small plastic object.
He didn't get a good look at it until he broke the surface, coughing and gasping. His heart was beating quickly in his chest, but it stopped altogether when he opened his hand. In his palm lay a green plastic soldier with a black helmet and a gun slung over his shoulder. It was the same soldier whom he led into battle against the elephant army when he was six years old.
The same one he proudly showed his friends when he explained where his father was. With shaking hands, Jason flipped it over and ran a finger along the tiny J carved into the bottom of the figure. It was the same soldier he threw across the room when he learned his father wasn't coming back. The same one he buried in the backyard while struggling to understand what a training accident was.
Over 30 years later, Jason still didn't understand why his father was taken from him. He liked to think that if he'd lived, Jason would be a better man. He would have known how to support his mother, how to have a healthy relationship, how to fix his own damn car. His mother did her best, but he needed a father too. A boy needs a father.
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Chapter 4: What unsettling encounter does Jason have in the elevator?
No, really. Jason didn't pause to consider how the man knew his name. He didn't think about who this man might be or what he might want. Instead, he told this stranger who was not his father all about his life. He told him about the breakup, about his last job, about how he felt like a failure, but he was determined to change things.
He spoke without stopping, feeling freer than he could ever remember. And the man listened. He nodded and asked questions, never looking bored or like he would prefer to be somewhere else. When he was finished pouring his heart out, the man placed his hand over Jason's and said the words he'd been wishing to hear his whole life. I'm proud of you, son. Jason gulped and tears sprang to his eyes.
What for? You're a better man than you think, Jason.
Silence settled between them as Jason absorbed his words. He felt vindicated. Maybe he wasn't such a screw-up. Maybe his father really was proud of him. I don't suppose... The man trailed off, looking sheepish.
What? Would you stay here for a while? Stay?
Here? No, I can't. I just stopped in for the night. But what if you stayed longer? The man's eyes shone, and he wore a hopeful smile that warmed Jason's heart. He didn't want to disappoint the man. He didn't want to disappoint his father.
I... I have to get home. Just one more night, please? I've loved talking to you.
I've enjoyed talking to you too, but... The man dropped his gaze to the table, looking crestfallenly. Wasn't it?" Jason's heart broke. He took the toy soldier from his pocket and examined it. Maybe he buried it too soon. Maybe there was a reason it came back to him. He looked at the man again and saw the father he'd been missing for most of his life.
He found himself nodding, not thinking about the future, but this moment. This moment that he always wanted to have, that he wanted to prolong. SCP-7819 is a hostile location-based anomaly that manifests near exits of the United States' numbered highway system, typically presenting as a roadside motel.
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