The Mills family only wanted a quick stop — gas, food, and one night's rest at a bright little tourist trap off I-95 called South of the Border.
But the exits loop back on themselves. The road signs lie. And the motel's neon lights never turn off.
Inside the gift shops and diners, everyone smiles too wide. The food is always "on the house," and other travelers whisper warnings no one should ignore:
Nobody leaves. Not really.
Each free souvenir steals a little more of their memories. Each night stretches longer than the last. Something unseen laughs with them, eats with them, and waits for them to give up trying to escape.
Part Twilight Zone mystery, part Southern Gothic nightmare, The Motel That Eats Time turns roadside nostalgia into pure terror — proving that sometimes, the most dangerous place in America is the one that promises you a good time.
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