Nightmare Inn

John and Betty Ford always dreamed of returning to their hometown and owning Mr. Thompson’s run-down Inn. John was wealthy, so he had plenty of money to buy out Mr. Thompson's Inn and fix it up to modern times. Since it's been over twenty years since they spoke to Mr. Thompson, things have changed drastically at the Inn.

John got on the phone and gave Mr. Thompson a call. "Ring" "Ring" Mr. Thompson, this is John Ford and I wanted to run something by you. My wife and I are interested in buying your Inn."

Mr. Thompson replied, "Are you serious, this place is a dump. You couldn't possibly make this place a profitable business."

"Don't worry, I've got plenty of money to fix the place up," exclaimed John.

"If you're that hell-bent on buying my place come on down tonight and we'll discuss business in the morning," replied Mr. Thompson.

"That sounds like a good idea to me," answered John.

John and Betty headed on down to Mr. Thompson's Inn in hopes of buying his Inn, but Mr. Thompson had other plans for the Fords, and buying the Inn wasn't one of those. The Fords were so happy to see their dream come true as they sped down the highway with excitement on their faces. John said, "Betty, thank you so much for wanting this as much as I do." Betty answered, "It makes a difference when two people share the same vision."

The Fords should have done a background check on Mr. Thompson before proceeding any further, but they didn't and now they must face the grave consequences for going in this blind.

Finally, the Fords arrived at the Inn just as the storm hit. John said, "Well let's get in out of the rain, and in the morning we can check out this place and make him an offer on the Inn so we can get the ball rolling and get this place fixed up to our liking."

Betty replied, "John, I hope he'll accept our offer. I can't wait to redecorate the rooms the way I envisioned them in my dream."

"Honey, don't worry, I'm sure he'll accept our offer," replied John.

John and Betty approached the front desk of the Inn and John said "Is Mr. Thompson in?"

"Yes, I'm Mr. Thompson, the owner of this Inn. You must be John and Betty Ford."

"It's been a long time since you both stayed at my Inn. You must be tired from the drive. You and Betty can stay in the best room at my Inn, number 13. John, we can discuss your offer to purchase the Inn in the morning in my office."

"That's sounds great," replied John.

Mr. Thompson handed the Fords the keys to room number 13 and the Fords put their coats over their heads and went outside in the stormy weather to their room. Mr. Thompson let out an eerie laugh as the Fords headed to their final resting place, room number 13.

Mr. Thompson said, "The Fords aren't getting my Inn. The only thing they'll be getting is cooked on my stove and fed to my son Delbert."