Inside the room, the young girl sat cross-legged on the bed, her face illuminated by the soft glow of a nightlight shaped like a unicorn. Her eyes were fixed on a notebook in her lap, her expression distant and mechanical as she scribbled continuously. Daniel Harper, or whatever his real name might be, stood across the room, watching her with a cold, scrutinizing gaze. His demeanor was no longer that of a suburban dad, but something far more sinister.

Angela’s heart raced as she strained to see more. The girl’s movements seemed repetitive, robotic even, as if she was under some kind of pressure. She noticed the walls lined with large sheets of paper covered in strange symbols and equations, things no eleven-year-old should be familiar with. Was this some kind of twisted tutoring session?

It was then that Daniel moved closer to the girl, the façade of his pleasant demeanor completely gone. He leaned over her shoulder, pointing at something on the page, and his voice, muffled by the window glass, carried a tone of impatience and threat. Angela’s stomach churned as she saw the girl’s fingers tremble, her pencil slipping out of her grasp, only to be shoved back into her hand by Daniel.

Angela’s instincts screamed at her to act, but fear and uncertainty gripped her. What if she was wrong? What if this was just an overbearing tutor? She hesitated, torn between the need to protect the girl and the fear of making a grave mistake.

As she stood there, frozen, the girl suddenly looked up, her eyes meeting Angela’s through the sliver in the curtains. In that fleeting moment, Angela saw a plea for help, silent but unmistakable. It was all the confirmation she needed.

Angela stepped back and took a shaky breath. Her mind raced through the steps she needed to take. She turned and hurried back inside, her resolve hardening with each step. Her first call was to the police, reporting her suspicions about the man and the girl in Room 112. She described everything she had seen, her voice steady with determination.

Next, she called her manager, explaining the situation and requesting the room be locked from the outside until authorities arrived. Her manager, a kind but cautious man, agreed to her request, trusting Angela’s instincts honed by years of experience.

Minutes later, the blue and red lights of a police car flashed across the motel’s parking lot. Angela watched from a distance as officers approached Room 112. Her heart ached for the young girl as she prayed for her safety.