I Was Given Room 18 at a Kansas Motel, but the Hallway Ended at Room 17—Then the Clerk Saw the Key and Whispered, “There’s Somebody in Room 18…”

PART 3 The clerk flinched so violently that his glasses slipped down his nose. I turned toward the sound. “What was that?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached beneath the counter and pulled out an...