It was foggy and the air was full of the wrong kind of ice, not the ice you can put in a shaker. Two dolls check into a hotel somewhere. They do doll things like spending too much time in the can and then get out a lot of food that has been sneaked in past the hall porter. A bottle of Malibu lies half drunk on the dresser and the dolls are half drunk on a bed that, if it could talk, would mainly say "fuckin ell" a lot. One of the dolls cuts her finger on a lady razor and has to go down to reception for a band-aid. There is blood in the sink.
The other doll opens the drawer by the bedside cabinet. In there is a Gideon Bible. Right now, she is not thinking about bedtime reading, for, next to the Bible is a Toblerone with one piece missing. She is thinking about the Toblerone, not about getting religion. There's also a tub of foot cream. But she does not notice the foot cream and her desire for the Toblerone has been checked and despite its inviting cover and message of hope she overlooks the Gideon Bible. Because in the drawer is a meat cleaver.
A meat cleaver. This was the kind of hotel you find knickers under the bed from the last occupant and you find brown stains and bogies on the radiator that look like bas relief everywhere, but hey, it was cheap. What the dolls did not bargain for was finding the genuine Sabatier cleaver in the bedside drawer.
Dear Friends, You are interested in the unknown... the mysterious. The unexplainable. That is why you are here. And now, for the first time, we are bringing to you, the full story of what happened on that fateful day. We are bringing you all the evidence, based only on the secret testimony, of the miserable souls, who survived this terrifying ordeal. The incidents, the places. My friend, we cannot keep this a secret any longer. Let us punish the guilty. Let us reward the innocent. My friend, can your heart stand the shocking facts of The Knife in the Hotel Drawer.