Hairy Stories

The Amazon It had been a big couple of weeks backpacking around the UK. I looked forward to a hot shower and real bed for the first time in a few days as I checked into the backpackers. I navigated up the hall, finding the small room and pressing the door to enter. “Oh shoot, sorry!” I exclaimed, seeing a girl inside. “Must have the wrong room” “No it’s fine” she grumbled. “This is a mixed room, probably is the right one”...

I was in a drunken haze when I found the place. It was in the depths of the night, in an ancient city, on a street haunted by skeletally thin lost souls, lurking in doorways. The entrance was a large dark archway, once perhaps an entrance to a grand building, crumbling reclining figures framed the top of the arch, partially obscured by the power cables running in a scrambled cluster to the side of the entrance. I wandered...