There is knock on the door to Room 666.
The knocker is one of the hotel board members. He whispers, "Elaine, we need a new bartender. The last one dissolved in the sunlight."
She nods and takes a breath. She puts her hand inside her stomach and pulls out an ugly, bloody, mucous-painted, love child.
"Such a pretty boy," she says and pats its head.
In 24 hours, it will be 18 years old and ready for work.
Path: 666