Rabid Heart by Jeremy Wagner

Author:Jeremy Wagner
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riverdale Avenue Books
Published: 2018-07-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

They forced Rhonda into the darkened, green-tiled foyer of Ruthie’s Inn. A terrible reek bombarded her nose, acrid smells of carrion and human excrement... and old urine everywhere. She raised her taped wrists to her face and covered her nose with cupped hands.

“Smells like home.” Randy inhaled deep. He walked quickly into a long hallway and motioned to Rhonda and Patty. “C’mon. Follow the leader.”

Rhonda followed and noted the hotel’s dusty and neglected interior. She stepped over suitcases and bags, the foyer and reception area littered with countless pieces of assorted luggage. Everything appeared rummaged through, clothing and personal items spread about in disarray. Perhaps these personal effects belonged to those who had fallen victim to Roy and these undersized psychopaths.

In a corner, near a tall and cobwebbed faux palm tree, she glimpsed piles of dark turds and shit-smeared rags and papers.

Shitting in the nest again.

Patty and Randy escorted Rhonda along a dark hallway flanked by multiple rooms on either side. Many rooms waited with doors open wide, and in these doorways, she glimpsed human remains scattered within; some skeletal and others covered with leathery flesh. Not a single one was complete.

If this isn’t a hotel of horrors, I don’t know what is.

“We like to keep all them body parts piled inside to make any riff-raff think twice about coming in here.” Patty’s tiny voice sounded winded from her walk. “When we use up the parts we want, we chuck what’s left around here. Scares off undesirables.”

The idea of Patty calling anyone else “undesirables” was almost enough to make Rhonda laugh, but the .45 at her back kept her tongue in check.

Deep red bloodstains saturated the hallway carpet. As daylight faded, she discovered gory evidence with every step, and envisioned bloody bodies, or parts of bodies, dragged through this corridor toward fates sane people wouldn’t think of... or ever want to.

“Why would you wanna prey on people?” Rhonda blinked and focused on a door at the end of the hall. “You must remember what it was like to be normal people. Good people.”

Randy stopped and scowled at Rhonda. “Who says we was ever normal or good?”

On this, Randy began a new round of high-pitch giggles. It seemed infectious as Patty also went into a fit of staccato giggles. Rhonda’s minikin abductors led her through the hallway door and through a blood-smeared Texas Chainsaw kitchen. They stopped at a formidable beige metal door posted with a Maintenance Only sign.

In gloom, Rhonda squinted. Someone had secured the door with a stainless steel deadbolt, and below it, a stainless steel door-latch with a hefty steel padlock added extra security.

Randy fished around in his pants pockets and pulled out a ring packed with keys of all sizes. Metal rattled as he flipped through them and scrutinized, murmuring and cursing to himself. Finally he paused with a large key between his fat thumb and index finger. He smacked his lips once and walked to the door.

Rhonda watched Randy climb a tallboy chair near the door.

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