The Drowning Room at the Aster Motel

In the autumn of 1998, a man named Carl Sutter checked into the Aster Motel on Route 9 outside Millbrook, New York. He was a traveling salesman, nothing remarkable, but he stayed in Room 12 for three nights and never complained about the damp. The motel had a reputation for mildew, for a smell that clung to your clothes, but Carl didn't seem to mind. When the maid found him on the fourth morning, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, staring at the far wall, his lips moving without sound. He was still breathing, but his eyes were the color of old pennies, and his skin had the texture of something that had been underwater for a long time. This is the story of what happened to Carl Sutter in that room, and why the motel owner finally boarded it up, and why, on certain damp nights, you can still hear a faint dripping from behind the nailed-shut door. #AsterMotel #CarlSutter #Route9 #MillbrookNewYork #Room12 #DrowningRoom #MotelHorror #WaterHorror #Dampness #Mildew #1998 #AutumnHorror #LonelyRoads #TravelingSalesman #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #AtmosphericHorror #BookHorror #LibraryHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo