The Lone Pines Motel — November 1998

November 1998, outside Tonopah, Nevada. I was driving through the high desert when my headlights caught a sign that hadn't been lit in years: Lone Pines Motel, vacancy. I was tired, the road was empty, and the next town was eighty miles away. So I pulled in. The owner was a thin man named Harlan who smelled of menthol and old coffee. He gave me a key to room 7, said the last guest had left it behind — a woman in a blue coat, two nights prior. I asked why she checked out early. He said, 'She didn't. She just... left. Didn't take her things.' All night I heard footsteps in the room above mine. Room 8 should have been empty. I never saw who was walking. But I did see what was written under the loose wallpaper behind the Gideon Bible — dates, names, and one phrase repeated, in the same blue ink, on every strip: 'Don't open door 8.' I didn't. But the scratching started at 3:17 AM, from the inside of the wall. And it spelled something. #LonePinesMotel #Tonopah #NevadaDesert #Room8 #BlueCoat #Harlan #FootstepsOverhead #Scratching #DonTOpenDoor8 #November1998 #DesertHighway #MotelHorror #Unsettling #GideonBible #Wallpaper #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TheLongHallway #LiminalHorror #HotelHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo