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MOTEL

by Various Artists

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kerc - Motel 07:22
I wanted to get away from everyone else. it was the seventh day since I'd last seen Billy. He was worried I was keeping secrets from the rest of them. He was right. . The rain patters on the window. I reach for the book. The same Nauseous churning starts in my belly again. The old man told us to stay out of the house, to not explore the woods. It is all our fault, I do not know if I can save the others, but I will not give in like Mandy did. Somewhere within these pages there must be a clue as to what he did. Mister Harfolk what things were you calling on from those woods. What foul activities and depraved desires were you trying to achieve. Another lightning flash is followed by a clap of distant but closing thunder. The rain beats down harder. I pull out the takeaway menus I'd set the phone on top of earlier. Pizza seems a good plan. I order a pepperoni. With extra green peppers. I'm in room seven I say. At the Motel Six. They say it'll be thirty to forty minutes. I pace the room a little. Uneasy about looking through the book again. Removing it from its heavy, leather covered case. I again feel like suddenly something is looking at me again as soon it is opened. -- From a few feet behind her right shoulder it watches. waiting for the right page. Symbols of pain and regret. It whispers in her ear. As though in a trance state she repeats its words. The beast smiles as it becomes a part of her. The lights all go black. Her eyes glow red for a moment before turning black. Standing up. The book falls to the floor and closes. -- This is the third delivery this week I've been late to. Michael thinks to himself. Maybe if I give the customer a fifty percent off voucher for their next pizza they won't report me as late? Grabbing the pizza bag from the back of his moped he darts under the awning of the motel to get out of the rain. Reaching room seven he discovers the door ajar. There are flickering tv lights and sounds of the local news can be heard from within. He walks into the dimly lit room calling out. "Hey! Pizza delivery! Sorry its late. Hey?. Anyone here?" Michael nearly trips over something on the floor. Looking down he sees its a weird looking thick book. The door slams as lightning flares across the sky through the net curtained window. Michael turns quickly to see a shadowed figure standing in front of the closed door. A voice. Genderless and cold. Barely audible over the televisions reports. Feeling less like it travels the air between them and more like it is directly in his head speaks. "Hold still" The figure walks into the light. It's face raggedly torn off. muscly and bare skull shiny with blood. Its chest torn away to the ribs. Lidless eyes staring at Michael. Unable to scream or move, he watched as the horrific sight came closer. Gore covered jeans and its bare feet covered in blood and dirt. "Michael. You are going to carry a message for me." Michael finds himself whispering in a wavering voice, "Yes. sure." All the time thinking, this can't be real, please don't hurt me. Wanting to run and scream. Being unable to do either. The creature. He couldn't think of it as human. Pulled up his top. Its grim visage looking up to his face "When you wake up. Find Billy." When the creature says the name Billy. Michaels mind is flooded with images of a person he takes to be Billy, a house, a street sign and then an image of the house. He knows this is the house where Billy lives. The creature continues speaking "Go to Billy. Show him my message. Then I will let you die." Michael feels a burning heat across his chest as the creature digs its nails into his skin writing or drawing something. He knows it is the message he must show to Billy. But he doesn't want to die. When the faceless thing finishes. It looks up at him. "You are wondering why you want me to let you die." It clicks its fingers. A roar of pain from his guts to the fresh wounds on his skin. His eyes and the soles of his feet. Every slightest movement is agony. "Enjoy it whilst you can Michael." The creatures hushed tones make his skull feel like it's splitting. "Go find Billy. Until then. You cannot even die to get away from this." As the next lightning flash streaks across the sky, and the thunder strikes nearby. The sensation overload causes Michael to pass out. Waking up in the morning. His hearing muted. Blood dried on his ears. He feels it cracking his flesh feeling raw the movements of his organs causing pain. Managing to stand. He goes outside, the sunlight feels like fire. He mumbles painfully to himself "Must. Find. Billy."
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My first compilation

This compilation is meant to acknowledge and savor the many anomalous and varying breeds of sounds ''out there'', created by a diverse range of artists and compiled by me.

This collection of tracks is meant to be listened to as one whole piece, so kick back and allow this glorious assortment of artists to compliment your morning/afternoon/evening. I hope you listeners enjoy, and if not, that's terrific too.


MOTEL Cover Artwork by Gimp Gash
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released May 6, 2017

Thanks to all of the artists who contributed tracks to this compilation. I appreciate your interests and value your efforts and originality.

Copyright of each song belongs to the artist. No song featured on this compilation may be used in any capacity without consent of individual artists.

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Gimp Gash

With ''music'', if you can call what I create such a thing, I enjoy experimenting with what my voice can do. I also enjoy using sounds as collage pieces and forming a ''picture'' through things that are on par with what I feel compelled to express here and there. If I can't have fun with it or be myself with it, f*ck it. ... more

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