Where Dreams Come True

The motel was huge. Like the size of a big mansion. The sign outside it read, “Welcome to the dream motel! Where all your wildest dreams come true!” The sign looked really old and outdated. So did the rest of the motel. “Are you sure this is the place, Bob?” I asked my friend. “Of course it is!” Bob answered. We grabbed our bags and walked towards the entrance. The inside was just like the outside. It was old and big. The lobby smelled like moldy carpet and rotting wood. The sound of our footsteps echoed through the huge lobby. I started walking towards a strange statue. It looked like a man with an alphabet block head. The statue was wearing an old business suit. The sign at the base of the statue read the word “Clyde.” And then I saw what the statue was holding. It was holding a cold metal axe. “We need to leave,” I said to Bob. “Jake, stop being such a chicken,” Bob replied. Just then, I heard a raspy voice I didn’t recognize. “I see you've seen our statue of Clyde,” said a man I’ve never seen before. “Clyde was a good man. My best friend. You could say he was an imaginary friend.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “And why is there a statue of him?” The man responded with, “Because you're at The Dream motel, and here all your wildest dreams come true!” “Come on Jake, we don’t have all day!” said Bob. The man grabbed our bags and handed me a key with the number 297 written on it in faded text. We walked up the stairs. I turned around to see that the man was gone! He had completely vanished! “Bob, seriously, we have to go! This place is creeping me out!” “Come on, don't ruin this trip, too!” said Bob. We walked over to room 297 and stepped inside. Our bags were sitting there on our beds. We unpacked our stuff and went to sleep. That night, I had a nightmare about a swarm of giant spiders attacking the motel. I woke up the next morning covered with sweat. I went downstairs to get some breakfast and was greeted by the man I saw yesterday. “What did you dream of last night?” he asked in his raspy voice. “I dreamt of giant spiders. Why are you asking?” I said. He replied with, “Because here at the Dream Motel, all your dreams come true!” Just then, I heard scraping sounds coming from behind me, followed by a deep, low growl. I turned around to see a giant, hideous spider coming toward me! I started to run. I ran up to my room and locked the doors. Bob was gone. I heard banging on my door, followed by a loud hiss and then silence. I stayed up in my room for the rest of the day. That night it was hard to get to sleep, but eventually I was able to. Again I had a nightmare, only this time it was about Clyde. When I woke up I was scared to go back downstairs, but I was starving, so I did. When I got down the man was gone. But so was Clyde. I heard a dragging sound followed by a loud clanking. I started to run back up the stairs. But it was too late. Clyde had seen me. He started to run towards me, dragging his axe behind. As he walked, his feet made clanking sounds. I turned around a corner in the hall, looking for my room. Clank, Clank, Clank! Clank, Clank, Clank! I was only thinking about the numbers on the door. 294, 295, 296. The dragging behind me was getting louder and louder. 298, 299. My room was gone. It had completely vanished off the face of the earth, like it was never there. Clank, Clank, Clank! The dragging was getting louder and louder, until it was right behind me. But then I remembered something that happened in my dream. I started to run then ducked into an open door. The sound of water crashing through the halls and breaking everything in its path continued from outside the now locked door. Once it stopped, I opened the door and froze. There was a strange hissing sound coming from down the stairs. I went to check it out and saw the huge gigantic spider with human teeth. Right, the spider. I forgot about the spider.