Something is in the Woods: Part I

He looked up at the screen. He saw the same thing he saw yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. There was no reply to this email. Maybe it was the wrong thing to do. They had gone through so much in the last ten years. If it wasn't her fault it was his and if it wasn't his fault it was her's or timing. They never had a clean slate. A chance to actually grow with each other when they were capable of that growth.
He drove his Volvo station wagon down the winding hilly road. He had to get his mind off of everthing. It was overwhelming. He packed a few things back at his apartment, threwit in the back of his car, and just started driving. He listened to a playlist he had listened to a thousand times. Songs that he knew. They were familiar to him. From a time that was not associated with her directly.
When he pulled into a small hole-in-the-wall hotel off the frontage road in Connecticut, a cold feeling came over him. He slowly pulled the wagon to a smooth holt. He sat there for a second in the warm car; bracing himself for the cold that he was about to face when he opened the car door. You can actually hear the wind, he thought to himself. He pulled his coat around him tighter; a last stitch effort to block the oncoming wind.
Grudgingly, he opened the door. He could barely hear the typical creak of the hinges over the howling winter wind. He left his things in the car for now. There wasn't a vacancy sign so he didn't know if he would even need to bring his things.
He slowly made his way to the door of the office. He could feel the snow crunch beneath his feet. He walked with a slant gripping his coat close to his body. He threw the office door open gasping from the shrill air outside. The doors flew back smacking the walls they opened up to in the small corridor where the clerk was located.
He took off his hat and looked around. The walls were covered with typical hotel art. Cheap and bulk. Nothing that moved anyone. He reached the desk and found no one. He called out. No one answered. Then he saw something that took his breath away more than the cold wind outside. A small puddle of blood dripping from the counter. He gasped and then finally noticed something that now seemed too obvious to even be capable of overlooking: a pair of legs lying on the floor. The rest of the body was not visible lying in a dark backroom.
"Mister, you okay?", he was nervous with his tone. The person didn't answer. He said again,"Hello? Sir? Say something." He walked slowly towards the body. When he reached the lifeless legs he gave them a nudge with his feet. Nothing. Exactly what I needed. He looked around for the phone and couldn't find one. There might be one in the back room. That sounds safe. He didn't like the idea of going into this dark room. For all he knew, the killer was still around. Just waiting for another helpless victim. He couldn't just leave him there though. He took one last look around and took a deep breath and started slowly towards the door.
He reached out and pushed the door open slowly. He looked for the switch as more light flooded in. He finally found a switch that turned the cabinet light on. It was enough light to see in the room clearly. Good enough for him. He found the phone and quickly snatched it up and shoved it up to his ear. He heard nothing. Not even a busy signal. He followed the chord to the wall and discovered the frayed plastic remains of the phone chord. Shit. He began to walk back towards the door when a deep gutteral sound came from the room he was just in.