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Death By Chocolate
Driving until my eyes wouldn’t stay open I stopped at a motel for the night. Entering my room I tried to settle in but I couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling that I was being watched.
I checked then rechecked the lock, the deadbolt. No one was getting into my room.
In my rush to leave I hadn’t eaten so I ordered something chocolate, my cure for anything.
“Room Service!” was muffled by the thickness of the door. Through the peep hole I saw the eye. No more chocolate pie for me I thought as the door crashed to the floor.
