Katharine rolled down the window. She herself was cold for the air condition was blowing in full force, yet she had cold sweat running down the side of her face. She was driving down a deserted road in the desert of New Mexico. Normally the desert is hot, but at that moment the sun was setting below the west horizon, and the air was sixty or so degrees. The air in the car felt musty and heavy. Opening the window did little to relieve the stagnant air. Katharine was suffocating not under just the air, but also under the horrible thoughts that ran through her mind; thoughts that she could not let go of; thoughts of her past that had haunted her since before a time that she could remember. And that was the reason that she was know driving down that lonely road, away from the past that she wished so desperately to leave behind. Sadly, she wasn't sure where she was going and that didn't matter to her. She watched the sunset. She also watched the first of the stars peek their heads out of the nighttime sky. She wanted to believe with all her heart that she could run from her problems, but she knew that it would only be a matter of time before the people of Earth figured out her past. She was scared. She had right to be. She looked down at the map that rested on her lap. She was headed towards Gallop, New Mexico, and she would arrive in under an hour. Since Gallop was not to Katharine's liking, chills of discomfort shot through her entire body as she drove down the cold deserted roads. The first Highway entrance that she saw was the one that she entered. She continued to drive as the same felling of discomfort flexed through her body. As she drove she saw no signs except one that was about ten minutes down the road from Gallop. It said one thing and one thing only: You are now driving down highway 666.
Katharine didn't dare look out the side windows of her car nor did she look out the back window. She kept a steady, but at the same time, weary gaze at the road in front of her. She didn't stop or brake at all, and in no time at all she reached the dangerous speed of eighty-five miles an hour. As she drove, the feeling of dread rose higher and higher in her mind. Soon she was almost in shambles with worry. She was so worried that she almost didn't notice the faint light that illuminated the road a mile or so ahead of her. As she drew near, she noticed the minuscule outline of houses, and the bigger outline of the looming courthouse. Almost everything inside of her wanted to keep driving and leave 666 behind, but her exhausted mind told her to sleep so she turned off the main road and entered the town. On the first patch of turf that she passed sat a single sign. A single iridescent light bulb lit the words on the billboard: “Welcome to Trenton, New Mexico." A shiver cascaded down Katharine's spine, but she forced her self to keep driving. She wasn't even sure why she shivered, but she would soon find out.
After only ten minutes of being in the town, Katharine already hated it. She drove down the main street in discomfort. None of the houses on the left or right side of the road had any porch lights on; neither were there any lights on in the houses. She kept driving until she reached her destination. In the town of Trenton there was one motel, and this is the one that Katharine pulled into. She ground to a halt and pulled the keys from the ignition. She didn't really want to get out of the car; she felt safe in it. But after five or so minutes, she was so over taken by sleepiness that she forced herself to get out. The gravel under her feet made a crunching sound as she slowly pace herself towards the door of what looked like the living quarters of the owner. Hesitantly, she rang the doorbell twice and then waited. She waited for three minutes and heard no sound from the indoors. Katharine readied herself once more to ring it, but before she could the door swung open. A short fat man in his pajamas stood before her. Right when he appeared, he looked like he was going to scream at her, but after he saw who she was, he stopped. "I'm sorry, can I help you?" he said.
“Um, yes, do you think I might be able to get a room tonight?” He just stood and stared at her before he broke out laughing.
“Can you have a room? Of course you can have a room, young lady.” Slowly he turned and motioned for her to follow him into the place that must have been the main lobby. The room they entered was about the size of a large shed. The only things in the room were a desk in one corner and a small arm chair in another. As the man walked around to the other side of the desk, he retrieved a small key. The man handed her the key and told her the price of the room. He then pointed down to a clipboard that lay on the desk and told her to sign her name. After she did so, she wrote a check paying for the expenses. Katharine then gave him the check and he motioned at the door on the other side of the room. He commented before she left,
“After you get outside the door, you will come out in a court yard. Your room is number thirteen on the right.” After saying these words, he began to exit via a door that was behind the desk. Before he could leave, Katharine asked the question that was nagging her that whole night. “Isn’t it sort of disturbing living by a highway named 666?” The man didn’t say anything he just looked at her. As he stared into her eyes, a grin crept across his face. He left without a word, yet Katharine was too tired to be disturbed. She walked to her room and collapsed on her bed. In a matter of seconds, she was sound asleep. She would wake for nothing.
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