Those creepy towel animals are back. It’s been weeks since I saw the last one, but now I know they’re after me.
It all started in Dallas. I checked into the hotel after a long flight. I was tired, and looked forward to some rest. But as I slid the key card into the lock, I sensed something was wrong – it was like a presence was there behind the door, waiting for me.
Fearing the worst, I slid the door open and turned on the light. My fears were confirmed – there he was. Crouching. Patient. A fearsome lamb of the purest white, ready to devour my human flesh.
Gathering my last ounce of courage, I quickly disassembled the terrifying beast, tossing the body parts to the farthest corners of the room so as to avoid reincarnation.
But it was no good.
The next night he was back, but this time in the form of a goat – the sign of the devil. As I stepped into the room, he twitched, eager to begin the attack. I shrieked and threw my computer bag at the foul creature, and once again took him apart, one towel at a time.
That night, I didn’t sleep a wink.
My next trip out, I changed hotels, but it didn’t help. He followed me. A great galumphing elephant was waiting for me after check-in. And the next night – a snarling goose. I was doomed.
I complained to the hotel manager about all the animals in my room. She looked at me like I was crazy: “You no want towels in your room, señor?”
Maybe I am crazy.
Tonight I’m back in a northern suburb of Dallas. Maybe since I’ve changed locations yet again, I can avoid the terror. But I’ve been sitting at this restaurant for hours, afraid to leave, knowing that I have to sleep at some point, that I must check in to the hotel eventually.
This might be my last post. If so, just know that I fought those fuzzy towel animals to the last. Wish me luck.