The year is 1985, and there's a storm brewing. It's the kind that forces even the derelicts to retreat to their gutters. Each room is its own unique story; each chapter, a room. Check in at Owl Eyes and stay for a spell, won't you? There's always room for the dead.
"Come in! Come in! Welcome to the Owl Eyes Motel. My name is Milton and I am the owner of this fine establishment situated on Route number 666. That's six-hundred-and-sixty-six. Owl Eyes offers impeccable service. There is no lack of creature comforts at this here motel. As for the rooms, they are tailored to the occupant. Mangagement kindly reminds you that we are not responsible for lost luggage...or souls."