Christer woke up relieved to be in the hotel. He knew it the moment he was pulled into waking, his face pressed against the real pillow, smiling to himself. Thank everything. He wasn't sure he could do another day of hard labor in the stables. Or deal with that life any more. Not with everything else feeling like it had been tilted on its end. He didn't even realize the music until he'd got into the shower, sure he was just imagining the theme of Psycho. Only it didn't go away as he realized he was imagining it. And that it wasn't stopping.
It was a touch much, hearing the ominous overtones to everything was doing, but by the time he left his room it was starting to get annoying. It was just the hallway. Nothing about the hallway should have been scary, but every time the music started he felt a chill run up his spine. Ridiculous.