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Closing November 1 - The Lunar Motel had been a pit stop for the damned long before the first neon flicker of its crescent moon sign. Back in the 1950s, it lured in the misfit travelers: the once-happy vacationing family (now broken by secrets), the fading prom king and queen (rotting in their vanity), the gluttonous food truck woman (who was rumored to serve more than just beef), the disbarred doctor (whose scalpel was never truly put away), and of course—the motel’s owner, a twitchy-eyed voyeur who installed hidden passageways and two-way mirrors. Then, one autumn night it exploded! It gutted the Lunar Motel down to its bones. No cause was ever determined. No bodies were ever found. Some whispered that the motel itself refused to let its residents leave. Some said they never did.
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