text: Without hesitation you run directly at the pig man as it tries to start the chainsaw. You tackle it to the ground and the pig mask goes flying off  the head of what seems to be a man in his late 50's or early 60's.
  
  His face is stuck in a contorted grimace as he hits the ground with you on top of him. He begins to laugh as his bloodshot eyes start to dart in your direction. You make a fist out of your right hand and without even thinking, send it crashing into the nose of the laughing, old man.
  
   Blood begins to flow freely form both nostrils as he continues to laugh at you. He raises on finger toward you in a mocking manner. At this time you realized you are going to need something more to finish him off.
  
  What could finish off this crazy old coot?
  > You try to start the chainsaw and go "Leatherface" on him!!
  You step over the laughing, old man and grab the chainsaw with both hands.
  
  BRAAAAAAPAAAAAAAPAAAAAA!!!! The chainsaw starts up after only one try. It takes a couple of seconds to wrench the saw out of the t.v. monitor but soon you turn and swing the chainsaw in the direction of the old man.
  
  The old man's laughing face becomes one of sheer terror as you split his head wide open, blood flying everywhere painting the room deep red. It is you that has begun to laugh as the man's face becomes unrecognizable, his hands pumping into fists and finally releasing their grasps in the air and dropping to the ground. The chainsaw sputters to a stop halfway down the old man's face. The room suddenly becomes very quiet.
  
  You finally stop and realize what you have done. After what has just happened, anything your grandfather has waiting for you doesn't seem all that interesting now.
  
  What should you do...
  > You head home and try to forget the whole thing.
  You slowly pull out of the Motel's parking lot and back onto the interstate. You watch as the neon lights of the "Motel Hello" sign get further and further away.
  
  "It feels good to be away from there" you think as you sigh in relief.
  
  Your body starts to relax for the first time in hours and your heart rate starts to return to normal. You drive for seems like forever finding no signs or markings as to where you are. Nothing seems familiar on this road.
  
   "Did I take a wrong turn somewhere" you think as your eyes start to get heavy. Soon you start to nod off.
  
  You wake up to a blaring horn and head lights coming right at you! You swerve out of the way just in time to hit a tree head on.
  
  BLAM!!!!!
  
  You black out!!!!
  
   
  "Dr. Tait, please come to room 315....Dr. Tait....room 315 please."
  
  Whoa, what a splitting headache you have. You go to open your eyes and you are met with bright lights. The bightness soon fades and is replaced by a man in a white lab coat and holding a small flash light.
  
  "I see he is waking up." the man says in a British accent.
  
  "Oh let me see!" says another masculine voice close by you.
  
  Soon the face of your father is staring back at you. You smile as he smiles back. You try to speak but are unable. You try to move but cannot. Your father's face becomes very sad and a tear wells up in his right eye.
  
  "Your paralized my boy, your dad blurts out and begins to cry uncontrollably.
  
  The doctor returns in view and explains what happened in the crash. Something about severing your spinal cord and being permantly paralized.
  
  You want to pay attention to what the doctor is saying but you can't because your eyes are fixated on the old man standing in the shadows of your hospital room. He begins to laugh uncontrollably as he points a boney old finger at you.
  
   
  THE END
  
  You have reached a "MOTEL HELL" ending. 