Nightfall, an old, vacant inn in the quiet countryside. In my room, I was in the shower. All goes black. I scream. In pitch darkness, I have shampoo in my hair and a bloody cucumber mask on my face and the water's become part of the distant past. I wait for 10 minutes for the lights to come back on. No luck. With a towel around myself, i trip over everything between me and the door and finally burst out to the corridor. I scream. "We've been waiting for you," they say, ghostly pale Japanese women circled my door to my shock, their faces glowing blue in the dark from the cell phones they're holding. "You must go down to the lobby and get help. We don't speak English because we're old. The phone is
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