Rocky's Motel is where I would go when I didn't want to be home. It was convenient that this motel was owned by my Grandparents, and that rooms for family were generally free, as long as we pitched in on chores and work around the place.
Two men played Russian Roulette in room 17. I helped my Grandpa clean up the mess. There were skull fragments in the wall and brains on the lampshades. The carpets had to be pulled up and replaced, soaked thick with blood.
A Chinese couple stayed once, I remember the smell of tea tree oil. The husband killed the wife and put her body in the dumpster.
A sixteen year old boy blew his brains out in room 5, after being heart broken by a girl. I nearly and deliberately ended my young heart broken life in the very same room, when I was 21.
This motel had history, most of which was never let out.
Secrets, not lies. Sad small town true stories...
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