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 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. At Owl Eyes, we pride ourselves on our attention to detail. Management kindly reminds you that we are not responsible for lost luggage...or souls."
*Some scenes depict dark and sensitive themes.
“There’s no one who is going to come and help you, honey. You were right though, you know. I always could see inside of you,” he said, staring at her chest. “I thought your heart was beautiful. But it’s as dead and ugly as you are. Cheers, baby."