The Guest in 519

By Rex Clark

A hotel night auditor must withstand the demanding horrors of the ultimate bad guest: Nyarlathotep. The Black Pharaoh is well known for inducing madness in his victims, by any means necessary: prank-ordering pizzas, endless phone calls, and threats of bad online reviews are just the tip of the iceberg...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rex Clark
• Release date: Jul 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311961402

Rex Clark

Well, where to start?I'm a forty-four-year-old father of three gorgeous and only slightly silly daughters. I've lived pretty much my entire life in the hills of East Tennessee, except for a brief five year stint in Orlando, Florida, just because my folks were living there when I was born. I've been writing for about twenty years now;-started with poetry (thank you Dead Poets Society for breaking me in), then moved on to short stories. I've hammered out two book-length manuscripts, both of which are currently in rewrite limbo, due to being my own worst critic.I've been a horror fan most of my life, so that tends to be my weapon of choice when I write, but I want to try my hand at other genres as well, so be gentle with me on my faltering first steps.Feedback is always welcome! I'd love to hear from you guys: if you liked a story I wrote, let me know (better still, let your friends know, so they can share the love), and if you didn't like it, tell what you think needs to be changed to improve. It's a growth thing!

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The Guest in 519

By Rex Clark

Copyright 2017 Rex Clark

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Other titles by Rex Clark:

Short Fiction

Waters Rise

The Horror From Beyond the Outhouse

Seduction

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

Blood Doll

Memoriae

Poetry

I Know Haiku

The guy in 519 doesn’t wanna be disturbed, Terry announced.

Wow, and I just walked in the door. That’s gotta be a new record, Rick replied, closing the front office door behind him and dropping his computer bag onto a stool. He glanced over at Terry, who was watching midget porn on his laptop, and shook his head.

Terry shrugged, but didn’t look up from the two statuesque women and the midget in the Thor costume. His head was blocking the screen, so Rick couldn’t see what the midget was doing with his hammer. Probably better off not knowing, he decided, and slid his Beatles tie over his head and around his collar.

Just passin’ it on, Terry said. He checked in about an hour ago. Seemed like he was in a hurry, and he said he didn’t want anyone botherin’ him.

Rick slipped the knot into place and flipped his collar down as he walked over to look in the registration card bucket. He thumbed his way to the back and pulled the card for 519.

N. Hotep, he muttered as he looked over the information.

Yup, Terry said. Big, tall, black guy. Kinda scary-lookin’. He looked kinda like Michael Jordan, only meaner.

Michael Jordan? The basketball player?

No, the other Michael Jordan, Terry replied. I think he did a movie.

Did it involve midgets in Asgardian outfits?

Terry snorted. No, but check this out. That chick on the left takes his hammer and sticks it-

Rick threw up a warning hand. "Hold it right there, man. I don’t need you to