I am walking back to my room with a bucket of ice. The man who rented the hotel room to me is walking towards me, headed in the opposit direction. I smile at him. He smiles back. I get to my door before he reaches me. I unlock it. I turn the knob. As I push the door, hands push my shoulders from behind.

I stumble.

I turn.

I remember him telling me I could have any room I wanted. All were vacant.

I decide not to scream.

My head feels light as the blood abandons it.

He says...