She had called the front desk three times already. And each time she was given the same stock answer: there was nothing they could do. Sorry.
She couldn’t blame the staff either. What would she say if a guest claimed the hotel was haunted?
But it was true. All she and her husband heard were the endless moans and groans echoing throughout their room.
The frustrated newlyweds now lay motionless in their king-sized bed. They stared blankly at the ceiling, resigned to their new fate.
The only sounds of arousal coming from the honeymoon suite tonight won’t be from them.
The Weekday One Hundred 