People always mean well...

Excuse me, is this Red Rum??

I am a sucker for a good scary story. What amazes me, is that I don't have to go too far to find one. They tend to land in my lap, whether I want them to or not, like salmon jumping into a grizzly's mouth.

I just went up to the Georgetown Christmas Market to participate in my third year at the annual Book Nook. The event spans across two weekends in December and I always try to both days on both weekends. Georgetown isn't all that far from Denver, about an hour in dry conditions with no traffic, but it made sense to me to stay the night on Saturday rather than drive back and forth, up and down, the mountain.

Local Bed & Breakfasts book up really quick in these quaint mountain towns, but I was able to find lodging at the - we'll call it the Black Mountain Inn - for the night. It is a two-star hotel if I'm being honest: old, rickety, poor insulation, chipped paint, and the first hotel that I've stayed at that required a real metal key in a very, very, long time, but the sheets were clean, the water was hot, and beyond that I don't really care.

The next morning, I get up, get dressed and ready, and head out to another day of book selling glory! Only, I can't get out.....

(Now, because I am writing about this, you know that I survive this, but try to imagine the perspective of a single traveling female while you read to achieve the proper perspective.....)

I turn the knob to the right. Nothing. Turn to the left. Nothing. Try rebolting and unbolting the deadbolt. Nope. Still locked in.

Okay..... don't panic. I'm sure this happens all the time in these old hotels, just call the front desk. I walk over to the phone on the night-table, pick up the receiver, no dial tone...... Yep. This is how I die. Uh-huh - que the wide-eyes, and panicked breathing......

I pick up the phone..... no cord. NO CORD!

I look behind the table, where the phone jack would be, well - where it would be there is a hole in the wall..... A HOLE IN THE WALL!!!!

Norman Bates, or the modern equivalent, is next door I just know it! I'm looking at the mini-fridge and wondering, am about to be chopped up into little pieces and shoved into that tiny refrigerated receptacle? I'm definitely NOT stepping into the shower - that's for sure!

I grab my cell phone, which in these mountain towns service is spotty, and after two failed attempts I finally get it ringing to the front desk........ No. Answer.


Fortunately for me, before I have a chance to call 911, or pray, my phone rings.

"Hi there, this is (we'll call him Jeb) Jeb, at the Black Mountain Inn, I think I missed a call from you."

"Hi, Jeb, this is Rebecca in room 49 and I can't get out of my room. The door won't open," I'm trying so hard to be calm and patient, and hoping this is all a misunderstanding and that 'Jeb' isn't standing outside my door with a large kitchen knife.  

"Ah, okay, turn the knob, lift up and pull to the right."

I do as instructed, and like a charm, the door opens right up!

"Okay, that worked." I start to relax, now that I know I'm going to live. "Thanks! You know, a note on the door with those instructions might be helpful for future guests, Jeb."

"Yeah, that's a good idea, you're probably right."


I get to the event and share my story with the other authors, and they all listen in awe. Once I finish, they all shout out, "That would be such a great story!"

Right!? It would be a great story! Single traveling female comes to an off the path, old Inn, where she meets a mysterious, brutal, and fatal end…… There can't possibly be a horror story that follows that murderous plot, could there?.......

Latest comments

05.11 | 16:12

I am so sorry you had to experience this, Becky. But one thing no stinking fire can take away from you is this: You're an awesome writer. Keep on producing!!

15.04 | 16:00

You are the first person that I have heard from that has this bugger! feel free to reach out to me in the contact me section. Limited response in this section

15.04 | 03:48

Wow. IHow are you doing with the Teratocarcinosarcoma. I was diagnosed with it last September.

15.11 | 18:32

Wow! What an inspirational story! I hope that you continue to share. And for those that don't get it. Try and fit in her shoes one day.