Final Destination(Shelly Garrod) “I'm hungry and tired Mickey. I hope we find a place to stop soon. We've been traveling half the day and night. Are you sure we're not lost?”

Staring into the darkness only seen through the glare of the headlights he tries to ignore her but thinks to himself maybe they are lost.

“Since we turned off the interstate onto this dirt road there hasn't been anything in sight not even another car. I think we're lost.”

“We're not lost Becky. GPS says we're going in the right direction. It hasn't failed us yet on our journey. This is just a long stretch of road.”

“Well, we better get somewhere soon before we run out of gas.”

Mickey glances at the gas gauge. “That's strange.”

“What is?”

“The gas gauge. It shows a full tank. But that can't be. Driving all that distance we should be near empty. Maybe it malfunctioned. We better find a station soon.”

“I don't like this. Something doesn't feel right.”

“Everything is fine. It's just you Beck. You're always thinking the worst.”

The couple travel in silence for the next hour or so when off in the distance they spot a faint light glowing. As the light comes into focus, they are thrilled beyond belief. Finally, a place where they can 'rest'.

They arrive at a quaint little Bed and Breakfast sitting just off to the side of the dirt road. Strangely there's only one parking spot next to the inn. A post sign reads 'PARK HERE'. Mickey pulls the car into its parking space.

Anxious to get out and stretch her legs, Becky remarks, “This is such a cute little place out here in the middle of nowhere.” Micky shrugs his shoulders. They walk up the steps and stand on the deck which stretches across the front of the small cottage style B&B. Attached to the door is a sign reading 'DEAR TRAVELERS, NO NEED TO KNOCK. JUST WALK RIGHT IN. CLOSE THE DOOR BEHIND YOU'. They study the writing before entering.

The couple happily enter through the door unaware of what they will soon face. Straight ahead on the far wall hangs a sign with the inscription 'WELCOME MICKEY AND BECKY TO YOUR FINAL DESTINATION'.

Becky whispers to Mickey, “final destination? This isn't where our trip ends. And how do they know our names?”

“Ya, I know, shhhh.”

As they step further inside the vestibule the door creeeeeaks closed behind them. Startled Becky whips around in anticipation of seeing someone standing there. No one.

On closer inspection they notice that there aren't any windows and that the room appears much smaller than what the building looked like from the outside. In fact, to Becky the room seemed to be moving, closing in on her.

“Mickey? Did you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

“The room. I swear it moved. I mean I had a sensation of the walls closing in. Doesn't the room look smaller to you then when we first walked in?”

“Nonsense, it's just your claustrophobia kicking in. There's nothing wrong with this room. Will you just relax? Enjoy the vacation. You're the one who wanted this trip, now start enjoying yourself or else!”

“Damn Mickey. I have a bad feeling. I sense an evil. Let's leave.”

“Becky stop! You are always over exaggerating everythi.....” He stops in mid sentence.

He spots something from his peripheral vision. Glancing to his left against a wall stands a long table engorged with an impressive spread of all foods imaginable (steak, lobster, ham, oysters, caviar, fruits, veggies, desserts and drinks and much much more!). It's overwhelming to his senses.

“WOW Look at that! Becky Look!"

Two chairs and place sittings have been neatly prepared for them. On the wall above the table in glistening shiny letters are the words, 'THE LAST SUPPER OF MICKEY AND BECKY'.

“Whaaaat? What....the....!" Becky yells, as Mickey digs in.

“Mickey, I can't believe you! Did you read those words? Lets get out of here!”

“Calm down Becky. Someone is just playing tricks on us. This food is delicious. Come on and get something to eat. You said you were hungry. Now eat!”

“I can't and I won't. I'm leaving.” Becky runs to the door. She grabs the knob and pulls as hard as she can. Nothing.

“Mickey, the door won't open. Help me!”

“Becky stop being foolish. It's late at night. It probably locks on it's own. Now come get something to eat. This food is to 'die' for!"

“I am hungry. I guess I'll eat a little.” She begins to eat and finds she can't stop. The food is overtaking her.

“Wow! Beck that's the most I've seen you eat in a very long time.”

“I know but this food is absolutely delicious. My taste buds have never experienced anything like this before.”

An hour later with full stomachs they can no longer keep their eyes open.

“Man I'm exhausted.”

“So am I.” announces Becky.

“Lets get some shut eye. We'll get up early, get traveling before the rush.”

“What rush?” Becky chuckles.

They sleep like babies only to wake up to darkness.

“I can't see anything Mickey. Why is it so dark?”

“I don't know.”

He clicks on his small penlight flashlight attached to his key chain. It illuminates a small area.

Becky tries to get up but she can't.

“Move over Beck!”

“I'm trying but I don't have any room. You're squishing me! What time is it?”

He looks at his watch. The hands tell a time of eight forty-five. “It's almost nine. That's strange, it's so dark.”

Mickey shines the penlight at each side of him and to the front of him. He says in a shaky voice, “This is odd. Those walls look the same as the walls of the B&B only smaller.”

Suddenly Becky yells, “Look Mickey! The signs. My God the signs, they're smaller but they all read the same.....'WELCOME MICKEY AND BECKY TO YOUR FINAL DESTINATION,' 'THE LAST SUPPER OF MICKEY AND BECKY.'

What's happening? I can't breathe. The air is still and stale.”

“I don't know Beck. Just try to calm down. I'll get us out of here.”

Mickey tries to roll over to get up but with no avail. He stretches his arms only to touch the wall to his left and Becky to his right. He pushes hard against the wall but it only causes the side to move in closer.

“What theeeee!”

“I told you Mickey! I told you! We are going to die!” She screams “Let us out of here!”

Mickey tries to find a way out shoving hard against anything he can touch. Abruptly he glances upward and sees inscribed in dripping deep red blood the last words he will ever read, 'WELCOME MICKEY AND BECKY TO YOUR FINAL RESTING PLACE.'

“Beccckkkyyy!!!!” he yells her name for the last time. She looks at him then at the bloody incriminating words.

Terrifying Screams echo throughout their tomb of death.

*****

“Oh Johnny, look there's a Bed and Breakfast way out here. Can we stop for the night?”

“Sure, Cella. They must be open, lights are on. We'll rest for the night, have a good breakfast in the morning and be on our way.”

Cella giggles as she wraps her arms around Johnny.

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