original a tribute to Norman Bates,'Mother please.'
So I opened my eyes and turned as I saw them coming after me ,they heard what I did and in
fact swore revenge on me and my soul after I had
killed their family , God it felt good too and I
felt better after each stake went through one of their hearts . It was close to midnight and I was exhausted I couldn't kill any more if I could .I
smiled just on top of a hill was a small hotel or
motel as it were, There was a sign that was no doubt the name of the place as I ran a little bit to it carrying my things.Norman's motel it was called and I smiled,cute name too.I headed to the desk to sign in and took a deep breath .I signed
my name in the book and the man behind the desk turned and found a key,' Room 213 ,sir .' I looked at him and took the key I started to a nearby lobby and turned down a small hallway then
I found my room, placing the remaining stakes and hammer in a closet I saw the bed and put a sign on the door to the room. Do Not Disturb. I closed the door and laid on the bed . I felt at ease for the first time in a long time since I started this
and I laid down and slowly closed my eyes too.to be continued .
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