It was a dark and stormy night, and I was driving down a deserted road in the middle of nowhere. The rain was coming down in sheets, and the wind was howling through the trees. I had been driving for hours, and I was exhausted. I just wanted to find a place to rest for the night. As I drove, I saw a sign for a motel up ahead. It was old and run-down, but it was the only place around. I pulled into the parking lot and walked into the lobby. The place was empty, and the only person there was the old man behind the counter. He gave me a room key and told me to be careful. I didn't think much of it at the time, but looking back, I should have listened to him. I went to my room and tried to get some sleep, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The room was freezing cold, and I could hear strange noises coming from the walls. As the night went on, the noises got louder and more frequent. I tried to ignore them, but they were too unsettling. I got out of bed and walked over to the window. That's when I saw it. There was a figure standing outside in the pouring rain. It was tall and thin, with long arms and legs. Its face was twisted into a grotesque grin, and its eyes glowed in the darkness. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The figure started to move towards the motel, and I knew I had to get out of there. I grabbed my things and ran out of the room. As I ran down the hallway, I could hear the figure getting closer and closer. I burst through the front door and ran to my car. I looked back and saw the figure standing in the doorway, watching me. I drove away as fast as I could, but I knew that I would never forget that night. The motel was haunted, and I had been lucky to escape with my life. From that day on, I never stayed in a motel again.