In the northern United States, there is a fungus. It is miles across, the largest single organism in existence. Dig into the ground anywhere and you'll find it, or a part of it. Remember this.
There is a smell to hotels, a hotel-motel smell, an old-carpet-cheap-cleanser smell. The air thickens with it. Open any hotel door anywhere in the world and you'll smell the same acrid scent in all of them. It is like a fungus.
Whatever you do, wherever you go, please, never go down into the basement of the hotel. It's important. Promise me. Promise me you won't...
DP FICTION #1: “Taste the Whip” by Andy Dudak
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