Many years before their deaths, the teenage McFadden brothers went to stay at a hotel with their mother, Bertha. The youngest of the McFadden boys was the eleven-year-old John Thomas who would one 일 grow up to have a son named Casper.

When the family entered the hotel lobby, Bertha McFadden sent Stretch upstairs with the bags, while she finished signing in. "Here's the key. Get the room ready and we'll catch up," she said. "And don't talk to any strangers on the way up!"

The tall, lanky teen rolled his eyes and he plodded up the stairs with the suitcases under his arms. He wasn't happy to be here at a hotel in the first place – let alone have to spend the week end trapped in the room with his mom and lame-brain kid brothers.

There were lots of people in the hotel lobby, drinking and smoking and chattering about. Stretch couldn't wait to start making mischief. When he got to his family's room, he surprised to find out that the door was unlocked. He opened the door and threw the suitcases down on the floor. There were two beds in the room. Stretch's eyes widened when he saw that there was a middle-aged man sleeping in one of the beds.

"Hey! This is our room!" Stretch shouted to wake the man up.

The stranger moaned and rolled over, his eyes slowly opening. "Oh, 저기요 kid," he said, groggily.

"You'd better leave," Stretch said boldly. "My mother will be coming up here soon and she told me not to talk to strangers – let one that's in our bed."

The man yawned sleepily. "That's good. 당신 should always listen to your mama."

Stretch waited. But the man didn't look like he was going anywhere.

"Well? Are 당신 going to leave 또는 what?"

"Why should I?" the man propped himself up on his elbow. "This was my room before it was yours."

"Well, it belongs my family for the 다음 weekend! And we ain't sharin' it with you, Buster!"

"My name is Regal," said the man. "What's yours?"

"It's Stretch."

"Nice name," Regal smiled. "How old are you?"

"I'm nineteen and that's old enough to kick your 나귀, 엉덩이 in if 당신 don't go!"

Regal groaned and sat up in the bed. "Well, I'm not going anywhere. So 당신 better mind your manners, son."

"I'm telling my mother!" Stretch said, then he shouted out the open door. "MOTHER!"

"Close the door," Regal grumbled, as he picked up his 베개 and threw it at Stretch.

"What do 당신 want from me?!"

"Well, if 당신 must know…I'd like a little room service."

Stretch felt the anger bubbling up inside of him. "Oh really? Do expect ME to give 당신 ROOM SERVICE?! I DON'T WORK IN THIS HOTEL! I'M A GUEST LIKE YOU!"

"Look kid, I'll be honest with you. I'm not a guest anymore. I actually shouldn't even be in this hotel. I checked out a few hours ago."

Stretch raised an eyebrow. "So why don't 당신 scram?"

"Because then, I suddenly had a strange feeling. A feeling like I wasn't ready to leave yet. 당신 know what I mean?"

Stretch shook his head. Regal threw off his blankets and sat on the edge of the mattress. He was a loose pair of old pajamas.

"I really do need some room service. It's been quite a while since I had some really good…service. 당신 know?" Regal's voice lowered and he locked eyes with Stretch. "Come over here, Stretchy-Boy!"

"What for?" the nervous teen pressed his back against the closed door, his hand secretly gripping the knob in case he needed to run.

"Oh, I just want to get to know 당신 a little better," Regal grinned slyly.

"Stay away from me."

Regal sighed heavily. Then he got off the 침대 and walked towards the youngster.

Stretch frantically tried to open the door but it was stuck. "Come on! Come on! Open!"

Regal put a firm hand on Stretch's lean shoulder. "Don't even bother. 당신 aren't going anywhere."

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! LEAVE ME ALONE! SOMEBODY HELP ME! HELP!" Stretch screamed as he was pinned to the 침대 and his pants were yanked down.

Regal gritted his teeth as he put a hand over Stretch's head and went in for the kill.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Bertha walked in. Her jaw dropped. "WHAT ARE 당신 DOING TO MY SON?! GET AWAY FROM HIM NOW!" She pulled out a gun and shot the man in the head. Then she pushed his body onto the floor and kicked it. As soon as Bertha was sure Regal was dead, she walked over to Stretch and slapped him in the face.

"WHY DIDN'T 당신 STOP HIM?! DO 당신 HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT PIECE OF SHIT WAS TRYING TO DO TO YOU?!"

Stretch sobbed. "Y-Yes."

"WELL, WHY DIDN'T 당신 KICK HIS BRAINS OUT?! WHY DIDN'T 당신 STOP HIM?!"

"But Mother, I tried to…,"

Bertha slapped him again and looked down at Regal's body, which lay in a pool of blood on the floor.

"You killed him, Mother."

"Yes, and I'm glad I killed him!" she gloated, with tears in her eyes.

Just then, her youngest son John Thomas walked into the room. "What's going on, Mother? Hey…what happened in here?"

"None of your business," Bertha snapped. "Now pick up those bags! We're leaving!"

"But we just got here!" Then John Thomas noticed the body of the man on the floor. "Oh God…Stretch? What happened?" The young boy ran over to his older brother. "Are 당신 okay?"

"Yeah, thanks to Mother," Stretch said, as he fastened the 벨트 around his pants. Then he turned to his kid brother. "Let's go home."

Dr. Harvey woke up in his 침대 and sat upright. His face was sweaty and he was breathing heavily. It was another nightmare. His 초 one. It just couldn't be a coincidence, could it?